Bully Free Zone
We here at FDL have criticized Obama’s Nobel as premature. We also recognize that the award’s power lies in its ability to influence future conduct – by empowering agents of change and narrowing the options of its opponents – as well as to reward past achievement. And we certainly have no kind words for Mr. Obama’s refusal to turn his rhetoric about constructive change into practical policy. He has left proponents of financial and health care reform, of civil rights, and of a restrained use of the military in the lurch, like Dawn Johnsen’s nomination to head the OLC.

That criticism is rational and fact-based, attributes not shared by young Ross Douthat’s criticisms of Mr. Obama’s Nobel. Admittedly, Ross has a tough job. In his columns, he must pretend to have more experience than David Broder’s coffee cup. He must appear ardently more neoconservative than the quiet radical, David Brooks. He must have more intellectual gravitas than Bill Kristol. (One out of three ain’t bad.)

Those challenges leave Mr. Douthat nothing to do but sputter at “five obscure Norwegians” as they attempt to use the lever of public opinion to lift the weight of US aggression and mismanagement off the world’s shoulders. Their fulcrum is the Nobel Peace Prize.

Mr. Douthat does not appreciate their efforts. More likely, he’s afraid they might succeed. So he taunts Mr. Obama into being “man enough” to toss back their prize, preferably with a Cheneyite snarl about European humbug. American humbug, I guess, is A-OK. Ross rolls demeaning characterization over innuendo-laced barb as if tossing a Beck-Limbaugh salad: all vinegar and ICE-free, immigrant-picked greens; no oil or water.

Obama is Katrina FEMA’s Michael Brown: “Heckuva Job, Barack”, wordplay that denudes Mr. Brown of his GOP party loyalty and Mr. Bush of his incompetence. The award, says young Ross, should have gone to any of the other 200 nominees, including,

Morgan Tsvangirai, Zimbabwe’s heroic opposition leader; or Thich Quang Do, the Buddhist monk and critic of Vietnam’s authoritarian regime; or Rebiya Kadeer, exiled from China for her labors on behalf of the oppressed Uighur minority; or anyone who has courted death this year protesting for democracy in the Islamic Republic of Iran.

A tad overstated, Ross? It’s doubtful whether the nominees Mr. Douthat finds so worthy – they are – would have received a US entry visa under Mr. Bush. Nor would they have had their efforts to make their countries safe havens from predator states and predator corporations rewarded by his State Department. Ross is blackly hilarious in praising the Uighurs. His Mr. Bush sent knowingly innocent Uighurs to Gitmo for years without trial and, when that became unpalatable, shipped them off to islands in the middle of the Pacific.

Ross throws in the obligatory taunts to Mr. Obama’s base, too:

It confirms, as a defining narrative of his presidency, the gap between his supporters’ cloud-cuckoo-land expectations and the inevitable disappointments of reality…. And it revives and ratifies John McCain’s only successful campaign gambit — his portrayal of Obama as “the world’s biggest celebrity,” famous more for being famous than for any concrete political accomplishment.

It’s doubtful whether the inexperienced Mr. Douthat has ever not been disappointed by reality; even Harvard was probably more and less than he hoped, and a lot more expensive. (Or is that painting with the same broad brush as Ross?) More debatable is whether Mr. McCain had one “successful campaign gambit”, including his choice as running mate the “famous for being famous” Sarah Palin.

Mr. Douthat is the strep throat of refreshing voices. His bravery is of the office-party variety. Grappling with words and shooting quips is the closest he will come to a war zone. The Times was practical enough to let Bill Kristol go. It’s time for them to draft his replacement. I’m waiting for them to make Marcy Wheeler an offer she can’t refuse.