The King of the Comb-Overs is this guy.

Not in my universe. Besides, "this guy" is going to be President.

"Every death is an individual tragedy with a radius sorrow extending to friends, family, and coworkers--no one's life should be reduced to a digit. But"

Just as apologies should not contain the word "if", acknowledgements of human tragedy should not contain the word "but".

Oh geez, he's fat too! What a dweeb.

His face tells you all you need to know. His eyes stare hate and his expression loudly sneers, "I am superior to you."

Though the effect is somewhat muted by the mouth, which suggests nothing so much as he is less likely to "be eaten by [the pack]" than to eat it.

By Wolcott's logic of body-count outrage, if a public-spirited citizen were to shotgun him on his doorstep just as a falling tree killed two Mormon missionaries down the street, his survivors would have no warrant to wax indignant about his murder because a larger number of people had just died by other causes. With such puissant dialectic, I can only assume that he moonlights as an issues analyst for Howard Dean.

He is a venomous, two-bit literary hatchet man. Nothing more. Anyone could do what he does, given enough time to sit in front of the computer, thinking up gratuitous insults.

"a fundamental difference between a terrorist attack on a nation and a natural disaster."

Add to the end of that "the likelihood of which was virtually ignored for decades by both sides."

What do you suppose his opinion of hurricanes is now?