Sad to read that Italian journalist Oriana Fallaci died not too long ago. That lady had a classic north Italian face, a nice body, a sharp brain and a major attitude. She had the guts to say about old-school Islam what many of us suspect, but hope really isn’t true (or hope that by not saying it, it will fade away all the quicker). She was a guy’s kind of female world-affairs writer, a lady who took a few bullets, quite literally (Mexico City, 1968). I hope some other chick will pick up the torch (any woman who’d carry on Ms. Fallaci’s work would be tough enough not to mind being called a “chick”). Resto nella pace, la Fallaci.