I must admit that I just couldn't finish this shrill book. Malkin makes the harpies sound like English opera singers. Books that kick liberals around have been in style for several years now, and, God knows, there's a lot to kick them around for. It is as if they wear signs on their tails that say, "Kick me please." At the same time, Malkin's book is like trying to eat an ice cream cone with 12 scoops on it. You might be able to do it, but you will feel sick at the end. Not only that, at the end of the day you end up wondering about the sincerity of, as well as the potential depth of the stupidity of, people who obsess on liberals. Perhaps they should start looking at their own demons.