At the urging and harrying of readers, I am trying really, really hard to
like Tony Blair, but I have some way to go yet. He is what my Uncle Fred
calls “One of those love-the-world types.” His great peculiarity is that,
while he is indeed a “love-the-world” type at heart, he yet manages to be
cold-eyed about what the nastier parts of the world are like–a very unusual
thing, in those circles. He probably doesn’t even know the words to
“Kumbaya.” Another way of saying this is that, while a realist about
international affairs, he has a blind spot for the continued necessity and
strength of the nation-state.
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