A skillful parodist would shrink from anything so unsubtle as “Samantha Power,” “Anne-Marie Slaughter,” or “Max Boot”—but in this town, a panel discussion with such luminaries could actually be arranged.
It’s not just Boot’s name that’s too on-the-nose. Over his twenty-five-year career of cheering on America’s foreign misadventures, he’s been a walking caricature of a giddy warmonger