Every time I write about the anti-Americanism of Americans abroad — which is every couple of years, I guess — I get a big response, from readers. They want to tell their tales. So it was after I published this little note, yesterday. Would like to share some of just one e-mail, from a woman who took a “journey from left to right,” as she put it:

“Hi, Jay: I used to sing and became friends with many of the other singers in my teacher’s studio.” The Europeans made great sport of the Americans’ flaws, their supposed yahoo-ism. But “their anti-Americanism was insignificant compared with that of some of my American friends, who took pride in being on ‘the right side of history.’” That is such an obnoxious phrase, I did an entire piece on it, a while back: here.

Anyway, our reader continues, “One of those friends sat in my living room one day and, with all the arrogance and self-righteousness she could summon, said, ‘I live for the day when America will rot at its heart.’ She now teaches at” an important American university.

Of course. And she has no doubt done her part — for the rotting of our national heart! (Think of National Review as righteous cardiology.)