As I was flipping through the local newspapers this morning, one largish black-and-white photograph in the back pages grabbed my attention: Noam Chomsky talking to reporters someplace on the MIT campus. Only the reporters’ outstretched arms and microphones are visible in the picture. Chomsky is looking down toward them, suggesting that he is standing on a speaker’s platform of some kind. Judging from his looks, the photograph cannot be older than a couple of years. Scanning the article, I realized it was a review of the Croatian translation of The New Military Humanism: Lessons from Kosovo, which Chomsky published in 2000, months only after the dust had settled in the Balkans. The translation must be recent. When I read a couple of captions from the article, I realized the review was far from complimentary. Only then I decided to read it in full. An hour later, I am still reeling from the vitriol. There is very little in the review about the book in question, though. Much of it is an attack on Chomsky and his critical writings. He is debunked as an ornamental critic of American power, and thus as its accomplice. But the main feature of the article is its seething anger, its unbridled rage. The reviewer is wallowing in his own wrath. As ire seems to be the very essence of the review, I could not but reflect on Chomsky’s central question from the book on military humanism: can war ever be justified in humanitarian terms?