Florence King is brilliant, she is one of my all time favorite people. It's unjust to characterize her narrowly as an author or commentator or critic... therefore the all inclusive "people." In a perfect world, she would live on one side of me and Camille Paglia on the other, and P. J. O'Rourke would drop by often and I would just sit and listen to them. Like Ms. Paglia, Miss King arrows right past the phoney facades and self justifications too many of us use and lays bare the basic hypocrisy most of us disguise as deep concern and high principle. No self serving politician would dare presume to "feel her pain," she'd snap him off at the ankles and rightly so. In her acerbic prose and painfully accurate observations is a simple creed: leave people alone, don't meddle, and don't claim higher motives than you in fact possess. She is a libertarian in the best possible sense, in the "Mind your own business, keep your hands to yourself" mode proposed by P. J. O'Rourke. Plus, she's funnier than a... oh, I don't know, it would depend on how much you valued whichever particular ox she was goring. Actually, I suppose we can be glad so many of us are pompous, self serving frauds, or else we'd be deprived of the delight in watching Miss King deftly and mercilessly dissect (vivisect?) such humbugs. She's in no danger of running out of material, let's just hope she doesn't get tired of exploiting it.