I KNOW THIS WON’T endear me to many of my fellow conservatives, but I like Glenn Greenwald. I’ve spoken to him a few times on the radio and have enjoyed our jousts. Mind you, I agree with virtually nothing Greenwald says or writes and recognize his unbecoming fondness for the personal insult, but I consider him a worthy adversary.

So I looked forward to reading Greenwald’s third and latest book, Great American Hypocrites, especially since I’m one of the title characters. Following two bestsellers, Great American Hypocrites purports to document the rot at the heart of the conservative movement. As its back flap brays, it will dispel myths like “Republicans are brave and courageous” with the truth–that the GOP is “a party filled with chicken hawks and draft dodgers.”