I had hoped not to feel compelled to write about this, but it’s gotten under my skin. Yesterday, Iraq war veteran Jon Soltz wrote on ThinkProgress about Pat Tillman: “Was the man the White House used to promote the war ordered to be killed because he was becoming increasingly critical of the war in Iraq?” Morons: Last night on MSNBC’s Countdown, host Keith Olbermann noted that “Corporal Tillman held a

Spoke to Keith at some length today, and it seems that he’s getting things sorted out as far as his hospice arrangements. I’ll spare you the gory details of his physical condition, but we talked about discrete number theory, genetic algorithms, the Sims, and soluble and insoluble equations, object oriented programming, expert systems, and New Mexico. Some anonymous donor sent him one of the books off of his list, which

Wild thing . . . I think I love you. But I wanna know for sure. C’mon, baby, pack that truck. You move me. I’m going to be packing stuff and moving after work today, and likely for the rest of the weekend.  And as Jeff is going to a couple of gatherings, that means that any of you other guest bloggers who feel the urge to speak definitely should. 

In response to Bob Owens’ most recent post on Beauchamp, commenter BohicaTwentyTwo notes: Looking back at his writings with a new perspective, it all seems so Emo, doesn’t it? It has that whiny, my life is so hard, my life is filled with infinite sadness, my life is filled with absurdity, I am surrounded by idiots and fools, feel to it. In one of his blog entries he described Camp

Mona attacks Jeff! You can revenge yourself by sending Jeff money! Remember: if you don’t send the scratch, the haters will win. (Caution: tiny silicone penis envy)

From Highclearing’s Jim Henley, who it seems I may have jostled from his carefully affected tone of dispassion into a fit of beef-eating hypermasculinity: We cannot rule out, on the basis of the text itself, that this is a clever parody of of the bubble mentality of the deadender Right. It’s practical effect will be to make the pro-war position seem absurd to whoever reads, or at least skims it.

Past the end of the quad Where the co-eds do go To tan themselves brown when the summertime shows And the young men observe them twixt Ultimate throws Is the office of Dr. Ric Caric.

Finally, award-winning Professor Ric Caric — who days ago deigned to drop by and discourse on how it is that I’m some kind of super-racist (given my sly proclivity for legitimizing the views of unreconstructed racists, if only by nature of the people my political policy recommendations attract) — responds to at least one of my challenges, offering the beginnings of an argument in support of the “color-blind racism” trope

Matthew Parris in the London Times online: I’m coming out as a post-homosexualist. Forty years (tomorrow) after the 1967 law ending the absolute prohibition of homosexuality, 13 years after the reduction of the age of consent from 21 to 18, six years after the further reduction from 18 to 16, and two years after the arrival of civil partnerships, I have finally become bored with the whole damn thing. Bored,

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