Plot Summary:  “Oops.  Nevermind.  Just found her head in the freezer, wrapped in some butcher paper and tucked inside a plastic Target bag. “Must have forgotten to take my Haloperidol again.  Which, if the last time is any indication, means that poor Susan likely looked for all the world to me like some giant evil chicken come to pilfer my emergency stash of Del Monte creamed corn, then dig out

Both steveaz (in a comment to my earlier post on “Misery Porn and the Linguistic Turn”) and David Thompson (via email) have pointed me to this Oliver Kamm defense of free speech—one that is likely to resonate with those readers who’ve found persuasive my frequent broadsides against the totalitarian makeup of a political correctness that, under the auspices of enforcing “tolerance” (improperly understood and applied), manages to insinuate itself into

…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