Woke this morning to find that one of my irregularly shaped arm moles had completely disappeared—which, had I not been so tired, I would have proclaimed a work of Providence, then spent the rest of day peddling the story of my “Miracle Melanoma” to, say, FOXNews (David Asman absolutely lives for this shit), or maybe Newsmax. Unfortunately, I decided to roll over and go back to sleep instead, and when

Wretchard provides some interesting commentary on Robert Kaplan’s Atlantic Monthly piece, “The Coming Normalcy”.  Writes Wretchard:

A video performative, courtesy Standwithus.com. Thanks to Craig C.

From the AP: Contending that women have more options than they do in the event of an unintended pregnancy, men’s rights activists are mounting a long shot legal campaign aimed at giving them the chance to opt out of financial responsibility for raising a child.

Well, there’s been no discernable growth in the size of the moles over the last couple hours, but as a pessimist, I can’t help but to point out that it’s still early. Developing…. update:  Also, I should point out that I can’t see the moles on my back, one or two of which are what prompted the doctor to refer me to a dermatologist.  So for all I know, one

In light of my being incapacitated with terror, I’ll just leave you all with a bunch of links / thoughts that you might be interested in.

A visit to the doctor today has prompted a referral to a dermatologist to have some “irregular” and dark moles looked at.  Which means I’m even more anxious than normal.  So help yourself to imaginary punch and pie.  If I feel less freaked out later, maybe I’ll throw up a few posts about nihilism and the failure of existentialism to address dread in a way that does me a lick

…Well, for my money, that Ayla chick’s legs are almost too long, y’know?  I mean, lots of unnecessary real estate to traverse on your way to the naughty bits, if you ask me. Of course, on the plus side, you’d think having a girlfriend who hits 80% of her free throws and can dunk has gotta be worth something.  Right? **** note:  today’s libation:  margaritas (6).

From “Brickbats,” April Reason: French rapper Monsieur R faces up to three years in prison and a 75,000-euro fine for referring to France as a “slut” and a “bitch” and saying “I piss on Napoleon and General de Gaulle” on his latest album.  Member of parliament Daniel Mach filed a complaint against the rapper, and a court has agreed to investigate the matter.  Mach calls the lyrics “an attack on

From Worker’s Liberty, “The shame of the invertebrate liberals”: