I'm deeply grateful for two Feb. 11 reviews: the Daniel O. Hirsch wrap-up of Edward Teller and his appalling accomplishments, and Walter Russell Mead's job on John Naisbitt.
I knew I couldn't read Naisbitt, and that it was because I felt he was dead wrong somehow, but couldn't put my finger on it. That is, I smelled, but could not locate, garbage.
Mead told me where it is. And God help us, we're run by people who buy it.
FRANCES WEISMILLER SANTA BARBARA