Den Beste talks about pseudonymous posting, courage of convictions, and &tc. Me, I’m a hawkish humanities teacher who curses alot, thinks just about everyone working in his field is heavily invested in theoretical tripe (I beg them to change, really I do), and is convinced that the “diversity” project so favored by university bureaucrats ranks right up there with the push to switch Americans over to the metric system as

“Not Geico, ‘Gecko,‘! Gecko! You ignorant, fat-assed motherfuccccggrrrmmph!

RAMALLAH, West Bank — Super-macho Palestinian leader Yassir Arafat struts around in battle fatigues, sports a pistol on his hip and boasts of his glory days as a bomb-throwing Arab

“A patient at a drug treatment center died of an overdose of heroin that was smuggled into the facility by another resident, police said. “Aaron Kononitz died Saturday, a day before he was to graduate from Operation PAR’s residential drug treatment program in Largo,” Newsday reports. Yep, died of an overdose. At a drug treatment center. The day before he was to graduate. …That sound you hear is the sound

So, I’m on this kinda mini-vacation while I try to get some things done around here, which means blogging is going to be spotty today and tomorrow. On the other hand, Letter from Gotham is not on vacation. And she’s taking it out on a handful of leftyblogs in workmanlike fashion. Or, er, “workwomanlike” fashion, I guess. Stupid PC language butchers.