protein wisdom is in the midst of a university-inspired time crunch, and we’ve been unable to post with any regularity over the last coupla’ days.

Luckily, we have our archives to fall back on.

So here — back by popular demand — is Dr. Anne’s January 2nd piece, in which she takes everyone’s favorite paste-eating scableak Ted Rall out to the woodshed and puts a dainty lace-up boot right in his lillywhite ass… — ed.

Just because I find his work so remarkably irritating, I’ve “responded” to Ted Rall’s latest offering, “Snappy New Jeer” — another shallow dish of fetid word salad that’s light on the lettuce and heavy on the crumbled cheese. Actually, I suppose I haven’t so much responded to him as I have “reacted” to his bilious twaddle — by way of smarmy rejoinders of my own. Rall’s bunk will be block quoted, whereas mine is free to sniff the margins. Ah. Freedom. You’re welcome to add your own mental observations (and your own comments, below)…

NEW YORK — I admit it: I was wrong

No surprise so far, Ted.

We all were. By ‘we’ I mean The Liberal Media. I trust you’ve heard of us. We’re the limp-wristed bleeding-heart mushheads who run things at papers, radio stations and TV networks

Oh yes, you corkholes. Yeah, I remember you guys