For a while I wondered if she was a parody, so broken and infantile and hackneyed were her arguments. Now I only ever read her when someone writes about her. Madeleine Bunting‘s intellectual and moral development has been so corrupted by the ideological diseases of our time that she is hardly qualified to read out the weather on local radio*, never mind write regularly for a supposedly serious national newspaper, but her grotesque squawking about Iraq and Afghanistan somehow earns a thoughtful demolition job from the Prof. His patient work is all the more impressive for being juxtaposed with a piece of cat-blogging.

*[In this country these days though, you might be expected to have a degree in meteorology or geography or some other more-or-less rigorous discipline to do this so I am probably setting the bar too high.]