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A garret in Berkeley, California. The walls are covered with posters featuring President Bush with a Hitler mustache, little Iraqi babies bleeding crude oil, Nader bumperstickers with savage Xs marked through them.
VI ZIMMERMAN, Democratic activist, sits feverishly typing at his computer, stopping to take drags on a clove cigarette.
Enter YURINA WASHINGTON, radical anarchist […]
- Our stuff still hasn’t arrived. Oh, it’s in California, mind you. It’s been here for days. It’s just not at our particular address.
- Being isolated from TV, radio, newspapers, the internet, all my books, and magazines gives me a unique perspective on the presidential campaign. Suddenly, it all seems remarkably […]
In an earlier lugubrious post, I noted that when confronted by evidence proving a lie, really good liars attack the evidence:
“The documents backing up your opponent were forged, probably by your opponent; the confessions coerced by torture, the court opinions corrupt, the historians and academics partisans for his side..”
Well, looky here:
I point you toward this, by a gifted writer whose anger sharpens his gifts.
Every now and then, I sit for an interview, most often with the local media in advance of one of our road shows. I’m glad to do it, of course, and am always flattered by the attention. But I always chat with the reporter with the underlying assumption that they will take what I say, […]
So I refer you to the professionals.
Jesus thinks a minute, strokes his beard, and then spanks Alan Keyes.
Yeah, yeah. Turn the other cheek, the meek shall inherit the blah blah, but sometimes, you have to make an exception.
(Note: the story mentions a list of insults compiled by the Obama campaign. I’ll link to it when I can find it.)
The Felber/Sagal Platform…
Now, more than ever.
Don’t despair, baseball fans! Hope is on the way!
I feel just Tom Cruise at the end of Risky Business when his parents come home. Except I didn’t get to have steamy sex with Rebecca DeMornay. At least, not on a moving CTA train.
I’m incredibly grateful to Adam for letting me sit in here, and to all of you guys who’ve expressed your […]




