What’s It Like Being a Gay Soldier Fighting ISIS?

I took my third dose of dexamethasone yesterday, and then a low-dose sleeping pill at midnight. I slept from 3-5 am. My body is currently a battlezone between the buzz from the dex and the sedative effect of the Temazapam, so perhaps my sense of humor is skewed. Still, I couldn’t help but snicker at the cover of the latest Harper’s that I took to bed last night:

I love all my fellow lefties, even the ones who think I’m a squishy centrist sellout. You keep me honest. But sometimes you just have to laugh at our obsessions. A package about the war against ISIS is a fine idea, but using a third of it to highlight the plight of gay soldiers in the Syrian army? That’s so PC it makes your teeth hurt.

Of course, you might not find it funny at all—and you’ll let me know it. If so, there’s no point in explaining why this is so amusing. Like religion, you either get it or you don’t.