I just returned from Germany where I spent Christmas week with my sister and her husband. As a favor to me, they took me to tour the Nazi concentration camps at Dachau and Flossenbürg.

A little bizarre for the holidays, I know, but I've always wanted to go. It was raining, foggy and cold (hovering at 1 degree C) -- in short, perfect weather for the visit.

My God. If ever there was an eloquent argument for the occasional necessity to forcibly resist evil in this world, it is made perfectly (and far beyond the ability of words to express) by simply standing a silent moment or two in front of the ovens at Dachau.

Something has to be done to keep down the population of weaponless dreamers.