Ya, I know, it's been a week since I've blogged. And a very busy week at that. I'm surprised by how quickly a day and week can go sideways, even when I figure I know what my schedule will be.
Recently I saw a follow-up to a story I wrote about a couple of years ago. A Hungarian leader of the right-wing Jobbik party, Csanad Szegedi, spouted the usual grim hatred against Jews. He eventually rose to the vice presidency of the nationalist party. Then Mr. Szegedi discovers an inconvenient truth. He is of Jewish lineage and his grandmother was an Auschwitz survivor. After this revelation he was expelled from the party, an irrational decision -- but when does hatred make sense?