…besides, who’s to say that Mossad couldn’t train an enormous water bunny as a submariner assassin?  Did the Zionists not build their golems from nothing but mud and Jew magic?  Like sneaky, semitic warlocks, these people are…”

No problems here, so far as I can tell.  Well—except that the little one will almost certainly grow up to dress in gaudy pastels and camp out on the lawns of the fabulous!  in a tediously self-conscious display of hipster kitsch. All of which is cool with me, so long as there’s no subsequent deal to co-host “The View”.  Because that’s where this conservapervert draws the line! (h/t Robert)

Book publishers often claim that misery memoirs are popular because they provide life-affirming stories of survival. In truth, the reason why they sell in millions is because they give permission to the reader to enter into a supposedly private world of intense degradation, appalling cruelty and pain. These memoirs confess to so much that they take on the character of a literary striptease. They provide titillating and very graphic accounts

Plot summary:  “Susan?  Suse?  Hello…?  “Shit, not again…” [“desperate seeking” commences / hilarity ensues.  PG-13, mild sexual content, profanity, bugs]

1.  Yes, I too thought that guest posters would only be posting on the weekends (unless otherwise engaged by yours truly).  Turns out we were both wrong. 2.  Site cryptography:  when a certain Dasypus novemcinctus reappears for his regular Friday dither, the knowing protein wisdom reader will be free to conclude from that reprise that a certain legal matter that has kept the randy armored rat otherwise engaged (he has

employs dagger-like incisors, cavernous jaws, to extract large hunk of flesh from Jimmah’s scrawny hide, not very surgically. If blood sport is hardly your thing in the morning, you may wish instead to check this out: Edwards charges $55,000 to speak to UC Davis students about poverty I suppose you might be able to make this stuff up, but people would say you were daft.  Personally, I can’t say I’ve

Not that I’ve given it a whole lot of thought, but my first reaction is to say no, of course not, why would there be—particularly if it leads to some sort of consensual group nudity?  But—and more to the point—why do you even ask? **** update:  GET OFF MY LAWN!

So asks Jacob Sullum over the House Agricultural Committee’s Eminent Domain Reform Bill: Yesterday the House Agriculture Committee approved a bill that would deny federal economic development grants to projects that involve the use of eminent domain “to obtain property for private commercial development.” Unlike the Bond Amendment, which Congress approved in 2005, this bill, known as the Strengthening the Ownership of Private Property Act of 2007, seems to have

“What those bourgeois puppets braying for my blood forget is that it is people like us and our supporters— those who stand in ethnic and epistemological opposition to the Land Owning class that ‘founded’ this country on rationalist arrogance and an ‘Enlightenment’ presumptuousness that left no space for the artful grace of magical thinking, thanks to a world view that privileged process over result, —against whom our detractors define themselves

And you thought Jimmy Carter was a dust-burping relic: An Indonesian fisherman hooked a rare coelacanth, a species once thought as extinct as dinosaurs, and briefly kept the “living fossil” alive in a quarantined pool. Justinus Lahama caught the four-foot, 110-pound fish early Saturday off Sulawesi island near Bunaken National Marine Park […]. The fish died 17 hours later, an extraordinary survival time, marine biologist Lucky Lumingas said Sunday. “The