Elizabeth Scalia rises to defend Christine O’Donnell on two points for which she (O’Donnell) has been much ridiculed: her statements on lying and on masturbation. In today’s “On the Square” article, she describes O’Donnell as
like Palin-Lite; half the experience, less bitter. In her favor, though, is that she appears to be utterly without guile. She projects the sort of wide-eyed-innocent openness that personifies American naiveté to our cousins in Europe and often embarrasses (and trips up) the dismissive post-American sophisticates on the Upper West Side.
Which is not, as Scalia goes on to argue, to say that she is wrong.
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