I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night / alive as you and me / and—ironically, working as a regional manager for about 40 Wal-Mart stores in the midwest. Which, I believe, easily trumps a “Dead Head sticker on a Cadillac.” So eat your deliciously fraught heart out, Mr Don Henley.

In response to yesterday’s post detailing the structural linguistic assertions that I believe inform (either consciously or unconsciously) the progressivist project—namely a post-structuralist attempt to conflate interpretation with meaning, and so therefore to validate interpretations that are dependent upon nothing more than the agreed assertions of a given interpretive community without respect to originary signification, creating the conditions for relativism and the will to power that are, in my estimation,

—Let me just stop you right there and tell you that yes, you’re right, he won’t be dancing tonight—though in his defense, this whole Israel / “Lebanon” cease fire thing has him quite rattled. Which, to hear him talk about it is a testament to his undying support for the Zionist state, who he believes suffered a major geopolitical setback—while to hear his bookie talk about it probably has more