National Review's Rich Lowry, in "Romney Is Right," observes:
As demonstrators gathered — supposedly in response to an anti-Islamic film promoted by Pastor Terry Jones — the embassy in Cairo released a statement that was craven and dumb.
"Craven," defined by Webster as "lacking the least bit of courage : contemptibly faint-hearted syn see COWARDLY."
"Dumb" is defined as, well, we all know what dumb is. See Lowry's column.
It's not the dumbness of Lowry's column, however, that troubles, although monumentally dumb it is. It's the cravenness.
I checked, in his magazine, his bio. There's no mention of military or diplomatic service; only that he spent what I assume was a happy, healthful youth lounging at the University of Virginia, studying English and history. I checked his Wikipedia entry also. Again, nothing there, nothing in terms of Lowry's valiant urgings to defend his country physically or even intellectually. He never got sized for khakis, as far as I can tell, nor did he ever struggle to master the foreign service exam, perhaps to serve his country in the darkest regions of this dangerous and occasionally America-hating world.
No, Mr. Lowry romped at U of V, then--I'll grant him this much suffering--he labored as a research assistant for the insufferable Charles Krauthammer, then a brief sojourn at a northern Virginia newspaper and, voila, in 1992 he landed at National Review, where's he's lived in prodigious comfort and safety ever since.
Now, were I to organize, say, 10,000 rock-bearing, molotov-cocktail-throwing mercenaries to storm National Review's building and perchance liberate Mr. Lowry from his hunky-dory little office, I've no doubt--no doubt--that if given a chance to "tweet" his craven ass out of there, he'd take it. Indeed, I'd further venture the opinion that he'd regard such a craven act on his part a rather brilliant one, too.
But, I also gather that such cravenness is reserved only for Virginia's finest. Those who courageously volunteer to risk their lives overseas should, in similar circumstances, simply salute to the West--toward Old Dominion--and then boldly go down with the ship, so to speak.