What?  Colonizing Boulder and subsidizing Ward Churchill ain’t enough for the Culture Warriors at CU?  From Vincent Carroll, “Suspect Academics”: ike most large universities, the University of Colorado does not prescribe a narrow core curriculum — a particular course in Western civilization or U.S. history, for example, in which every student must enroll. But apparently some gaps in education are more critical than others. Enter “The Contemporary Research University and

Brian Timm, via email: Hey Jeff, Last year, a buddy of mine sent me an MP3 of a gal by the name of Shirley Q. Liquor, singing “The Twelve Days of Kwanzaa”.  I loved it, but assumed it was done by a black man or woman, whom one would expect can get away with such humor. I was reading the latest issue of Rolling Stone last night, and came across

***EXCLUSIVE!  MUST CREDIT PROTEIN WISDOM**** Dan Collins sends along this AP story, that for all its probing can’t seem to pinpoint the party affiliation of Minnesota state Senate President James Metzen: The president of the state Senate was arrested on drunken driving charges hours after gaveling the 2007 session to a close and then apparently celebrating at an inn favored by government workers. James Metzen was stopped in his sport

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]