I seldom bother with Michigan history professor Juan Cole. Why? Because the man is living, breathing evidence that feces float.

This time, Cole decided to open his ill-informed trap, and he got his teeth kicked in by the widow of Steven Vincent, the brave journalist and author murdered earlier this month in Iraq.

Yes, Steven was aggressive in criticizing what he saw around him and did not like. It's called courage, and it happens to be a tradition in the history of this country. Without this tradition there would have been no Revolutionary War, no Civil War, no civil rights movement, no a lot of things that America can be proud of. He had made many friends in Iraq, and was afraid for them if the religious fundamentalists were given the country to run under shari'a. You may dismiss that as naive, simplistic, foolish, but I say to you, as you sit safely in your ivory tower in Michigan with nothing threatening your comfy, tenured existence, that you should be ashamed at the depths to which you have sunk by libeling Steven and Nour. They were on the front lines, risking all, in an attempt to call attention to the growing storm threatening to overwhelm a fragile and fledgling experiment in democracy, trying to get the world to see that all was not right in Iraq. And for their efforts, Steven is dead and Nour is recuperating with three bullet wound in her back. Yes, that's right - the "honorable" men who abducted them, after binding them, holding them captive and beating them, set them free, told them to run - and then shot them both in the back. I've seen the autopsy report.

If Cole had any decency, he'd apologize -- repeatedly and profusely -- for his ignorant, asinine blogorrhea. Of course, I don't expect that to happen either, because being a liberal college professor means never having to say you're sorry -- or wrong.