I’m not given to depression, but yesterday I felt almost crushed by a weight of sadness. It started when I read the brilliant poem Michael Robbins was commissioned by Yahoo to write for Obama’s inauguration, and when I thought about how Yahoo refused to publish it, and when I thought more about the imbecilic, Pavlovian veneration of Obama, a war criminal.

But I do not hate Obama. I do not hate anyone. I hate the U.S.A.

Although I was not born or raised in the U.S.A., and, thankfully...