The Book of Hindrocket

What is man, that thou dost make so much of him, and that thou dost set thy mind upon him,
dost visit him every morning, and test him every moment?

Publius at Legal Fiction looks at the seemingly unruffledable devotion of John Hinderaker for George W. Bush and sees the patience of Job.

Satan snatched the memos and made all the rest of his plans come to pass. Again and again, the administration’s poor planning came to light. He showed Hinderaker the violence and the lack of stability – and how much of it stemmed from a lack of manpower. But Hinderaker was too strong for Democratic Satan’s Jedi mind tricks. Rejecting these visions, he gave thanks to Bush because the violence was a sign that things were working:

There is no way to have enough troops in Iraq to prevent all violence. What this shows is not that the administration's policy is wrong, but rather that it is correct. Defense against terrorists is a losing game. Just as we can't patrol every street corner in Iraq, we can't protect every shopping center, bus depot and pizza parlor in the U.S. The only way to deal with terrorists is to go on the offensive, to hunt them down and to kill them where they live. That's what we have done in Afghanistan, and are doing in Iraq and around the world.

Great stuff, but it seems to me that Job's patience was significantly less infinite when it came to his God than is Hinderaker's when it comes to his.

Furthermore, Job was considerably more self-aware than the Hindrocket.

I am a laughingstock to my friends; I, who called upon God and he answered me, a just and blameless man, am a laughingstock.