When we last saw Rod Dreher, former editorial writer for the DMN, he was packing up his chickens and his family and his survivalist mentatlity and heading back to civilization in the East after roughing it here in the Southwest for a little too long to suit his delicate tastes. I’m sure you remember Dreher — he called Woodrow parents racist for a "Choose Woodrow" campaign, argued on behalf of his fellow Dallas intellectuals that the rest of us didn’t make the grade, and generally couldn’t resist pointing out his superiority at every opportunity.
So when Jeff Siegel sent a link to Dreher’s latest tirade, I had to laugh: After all, who else but someone like Dreher would accuse a liquor store clerk of ruining a dinner party as a result of the clerk’s bad advice about Riesling wine. That is correct: Dreher asked a clerk to help him select a "dry" Riesling (Dreher admitted he doesn’t know much about the wine), the clerk offered a suggestion, Dreher bought the bottle and then was disgusted by its taste — it was "undrinkable", he reported. So now he wants his money back because the clerk steered him wrong.
Never mind that everyone’s taste buds are different or that the clerk was merely giving his opinion after it was solicited by Dreher. It’s the clerk’s fault, Dreher argues, and he needs to pay.
Kind of makes you miss the guy around here, doesn’t it?
