During a dinner party in Belgium, he let slip that he “really digs the rush” he gets from “ripping off bloated multinationalist bureaucracies that adminster aid for countries ruled by murderous tyrants with sweet-ass mustaches.” Recently purchased a 60-foot yacht he christened, My Cut of the Embezzlement Booty His Rolex bears the inscription, “Plenty more where this came from, Big Guy,” and is signed, “your pal, Saddam” A recent UN

I think, therefore I thought.  Now, who wants pizza…?

It’s like I’m a submarine who’s been confronted by a fish, and the fish just rubs his fish chin and puffs on his fish pipe and then assures me in no uncertain terms that I am not, in fact, submerged under water.  That’s how I feel just now. I hope I can find a parking spot outside of Best Buy large enough to accomodate a U-boat.

I’ve spent my morning arguing (to no great effect) with a person who claims to be a professor of logic. The topic, ostensibly, is the Jackson case, and the area of discussion has to do with what constitutes a valid conviction.  Moreso, though, we’ve been arguing about epistemology.  And I must say, I am literally stunned by the discourse.  According to this learned Canadian professor (who posts under the initials

Be very afraid.