I like P.J.'s satire for the most part, in certain moods--i.e. when I feel like be brutally realistic. No one can accuse O'Rourke of romanticism or sentimentalism, and he's mostly very amusing on the subject of everyone else's romantic, sentimental views--liberal idealism and, fortunately, republican mythology too (of unconstrained private capital, "family values" and sexual morality, the "war on drugs," religious righteousness, America's global role, etc.). He's certainly more tolerant of the Bushes than the Clintons, whom he seems to loathe, but he doesn't come across as the hawk his title might suggest. In fact, if the book intends some sort of argument in favor of war, it doesn't succeed or even make that argument clear. As a whole, the book falls short of some of his other efforts ("A Parliament of Whores," for instance), though a couple of chapters stand out: his coverage of peace demonstrations in D.C. is pretty hilarious, on the one hand, and his final chapter, about Iwo Jima, is both poignant and irreverent, in that it looks honestly at the island's history and its present role. Tour groups of U.S. Marines, for example, are still sent to the Japanese-owned Pacific island (more a volcanic cinder-heap) for "motivational" purposes.