Next week’s column isn’t on internment; I already turned it in. But I just got off the phone with an extraordinarily grand high poohbah who knows more about military necessity and national security in the fingernail of his pinkie than you, me, Michelle Malkin and all the milbloggers combined. No guessing, please, I’m not name-dropping here.
Let’s just say aliens living on Pluto are going to be picking up tiny little shards of Ms Malkin’s case and wondering what they are.