How many postings have I devoted to ridiculing George F. Will? Well, count ‘em for yourself. But today George and I are one, as he delivers a heart-felt paean to the Hubble telescope’s replacement, the “James Webb,” which, according to George—and who would doubt him!—will be as big as a tennis court. In his column, George unleashes a deluge of autodidact fantastic facts, and I could do the same (Don’t get me started on the Schwartzchild metric! Don’t even get me started!) but that would be tacky. Just find a place in your heart for the fact that George F. Will, even if he can’t stop pissing on poor Holden Caulfield, still has the guts, from time to time, to show us the little boy hiding inside, staring up at the sky.
