If you want a break from my wall-to-wall Obama love affair,  check out this fascinating blog entry by Jeet Heer on the National Review's long (and long underreported) coziness with fascist historical figures.

On Adolph Eichmann:

As the magazine editorialized on April 22, 1961, the trial of Eichmann was a “lurid extravaganza” leading to “bitterness, distrust, the refusal to forgive, the advancement of Communist aims, [and] the cultivation of pacifism.” (The editors didn’t consider that a mere 16 years after the death camps were liberated, a “refusal to forgive” the architects of genocide might be understandable).

National Review’s Eichmann coverage then turned to anti-Semitic ‘humor.’  The magazine presented the imagined conversations of a vulgar Jewish couple: “Sylvie” spoke to “Myron” about Eichmann (and gold, and hairdressers) in their Central Park West apartment while “doing her nails … on an enormous crescent-shaped, gold-on-gold, French provincial Castro convertible.”

On Benito Mussolini:

"Mussolini liked to interrupt his working day several times with sexual intercourse, often standing up and in his uniform, a very rapid performance.”  The ode to Mussolini’s character and sexual prowess ends, appropriately enough, with a quote from Ezra Pound, the fascist poet.

Heer appropriately skewers the National Review's chief hypocrite Jonah Goldberg, who, in a fit of astonishing chutzpah, is, after this long and sordid history at his magazine, about to evacuate a piece of crap titled "Liberal Fascism" into a bookstore near you.

Chapter titles include: Woodrow Wilson and the Birth of Liberal Fascism, Franklin Roosevelt’s Fascist New Deal, Brave New Village: Hillary Clinton and the Meaning of Liberal Fascism.

It's so dumb, I want him to publish it.