Thankfully, dicentra put together a 5-part series over at the Pub, “Fisking Alinksy,” that goes through Rules for Radicals and carefully debones it — which should provide you with plenty of reading material while I rest. Do check it out. And while we’re on the subject of Alinsky, here’s a poem that I wrote the other night in my sleep, which my dreaming mind titled “Alinsky’s Chapstick”: My dearest Saul
October 10, 2008
October 10, 2008
Off to the doctor
While I’m off having my shoulder and arm poked, twisted, bent, and torqued, you all are free to enjoy some of the following — which, because I’m pressed for time, I’ll summarize only briefly. 1) David Harsanyi — McCain is the suck. Admit it. 2. Jimmie Bise — If a tree falls in the forest, and no one is there to hear it, does it still not crush shit? 3.