It's that time of year again!

When the moonbats show up for well paying gigs delivering harangues at graduation ceremonies, that is. Although he doesn't need the loot, Ernst Blofeld showed up a week ago at the Columbia University School of International and Public Affairs where his delusions were right at home:

Indeed, Soros declared, the War on Terror has claimed far more innocent lives than the terrorist attacks on 9/11 — an event that "could not have changed the course of history for the worse if President Bush had not responded the way he did."

Now what could that mean?

Basically, that 9/11 was not an act of war, but a criminal matter. And, he says, "a crime requires police work, not military action."

Predictably, Soros' audience responded to this noxious diatribe with cheers and applause — but that speaks as much about the next generation of American diplomats as it does about Soros.

One can't help but wish that Georgie and the dung beetles in the audience get to meet some Islamofascists up close and personal.

But not all moonbats are so well received. Aging poseur E.L. Docotorow got the bird at Hofstra while devoting his 20 minute turn on stage to attacking the President. Today, Peggy Noonan takes Eddy to the woodshed - Doctorow's Malpractice: Hofstra students use boos responsibly. The best part:

I want to explain to Ed Doctorow why he was booed. It was not, as he no doubt creamily recounted in a storytelling session over drinks that night in Sag Harbor, that those barbarians in Long Island's lesser ZIP codes don't want to hear the truth. It is not that they oppose free speech. It is not that the poor boobs of Long Island have an unaccountable affection for George W. Bush.

It is that they have class.

The poor stupid people of Long Island are courteous, and have respect for the views and feelings of others, and would not dream of imposing their particular views on a captive audience that has gathered to celebrate--to be happy about, to officially mark with their presence--the rather remarkable fact that one of their family studied and worked for four years, completed his courses, met all demands, and became a graduate of an American university.

This indeed is something to be proud of.

Did Eddy Doctorow know that? Did he care? I don't think so. Did he understand that what the students needed from him--after all, he has lasted a long time, has been a member of a profession, has won the favor of the elite media for lo these many years, and manages to produce many books nobody reads in the computer age while still using a quill--was perhaps a sense of . . .

All right, I give up. I don't know what they needed from him. America hasn't been the same since the dream of socialism so rudely ended? What will we do for a sense of communitarian ideals now that Marx is gone? "God may not exist but we need to tell stories about him nonetheless?

Fast Eddy Doctorow told a story at the commencement all right, and it is a story about the boorishness of the aging liberal. An old '60s radical who feels he is entitled to impose his views on this audience on this day because he's so gifted, so smart, so insightful, so very above the normal rules, agreements and traditions. And for this he will get to call himself besieged and heroic--a hero about whom stories are told!--when in fact all he did was guarantee positive personal press in the elite media, at the cost of the long suffering patience of normal people who wanted to move the tassel and throw the hat in the air.

I am a conservative. I have spoken at three college commencements. Each time I spoke I talked about the students, and the life ahead of them, and the nature of their achievement. I spoke to them about them. I didn't tell them Jimmy Carter is a retard or Bill Clinton is a pig. It would have been wrong to do that. It would have been boorish. It would have deserved boos.

I'm glad that's what Eddy Doctorow got this Sunday from what appear to be his intellectual and moral superiors on Long Island. Go Hofstra.

And good riddance to the vapid punk.