I don't make a habit of reading The National Review. I get plenty of far-right rhetoric from my father, our Commander-in-Chief, and Bill O'Reilly (when that schmuck with the bad dye-job is on the treadmill at the gym); I don't need to search the shit out on my own.
Luckily former neighbor and ex-pat New Orleanian Kevin Allman is not so uppity. A voracious reader and supremely talented writer, Kevin was (un)fortunate enough to stumble across John Derbyshire's nerdy, whiny, mean-spirited disparagement of New Orleans and has, quite rightly, taken the man to task.
Of course, as I've said a bezillion times before, I don't wanna imply that there's not room for plenty of critiques of Our Fair City--goddess knows she ain't what she should be these days--but anyone who starts his review of New Orleans with a thinly veiled attack on blacks and queers has clearly landed at the wrong airport. Give the man a swift kick to the 'nads and leave him at the doorstep of some gated cracker-topia in Colo-freaking-rado....
