Do not think Professor Ric Caric that simply because you have not responded to the challenge to debate that I, Mojo JoJo, have issued you in the posts that I posted this morning challenging you to debate on several subjects that you and your minions think you understand better than I, Mojo JoJo, understand which is absurd because my intelligence is much greater than the intelligence with which you misunderestimate

I had thought perhaps to delimn in greater detail than Hitchens has the special place in hell that George Galloway has been busily drafting for himself, but I’m not in that kind of mood for a variety of reasons. Instead, I’d like to reproduce a part of one of Keats’ wonderful letters, and find whether it speaks to any of you as it does to me. But in truth I

From Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s House of Life Sonnet LIII: Without Her What of the glass without her? The blank grey There where the pool is blind of the moon’s face. Her dress without her? The tossed empty space Of cloud-rack when the moon has passed away. Her paths without her? Day’s appointed sway Usurped by desolate night. Her pillowed place Without her? Tears, ah me! For love’s good grace, And

I have much to do for the next few days in the wake of my Grandmother’s passing, but having read Dan’s earlier post — which touched on Professor Caric’s rather pointed set of criticisms against both me and my readers (criticisms shared by Maha a host of other “progressives” over the years) — I feel compelled, again, to make the following offer: let’s debate the merits of our positions. For

Yesterday, as most of us were focused on the terrible news of Christiana Hendrix’ death, and saddened by Jeff’s grandmother’s passing, Ric detailed his complaints against PW in particular and conservatives in general in a longish comment to Jeff’s post about Maha’s rhetoric and what it reveals about her. None of us likes especially to be mischaracterized, unless it is to be taken for greater than in fact we are,