Another day, another Andrew Roberts op ed insisting that “history will show” Bush to have been the greatest leader of all time. We’ve seen this before from Bush’s favorite historian. But today’s piece of flattery possesses an strange, urgent quality. Roberts reaches for the highest apple on the ingratiation tree:

Films such as Oliver Stone’s W, which portray him as a spitting, oafish frat boy who eats with his mouth open and is rude to servants, will be revealed by the diaries and correspondence of those around him to be absurd travesties, of this charming, interesting, beautifully mannered history buff who, were he not the most powerful man in the world, would be a fine person to have as a pal.

Anybody feeling a bit sick?