Pardon me, I can't help noticing you're wearing Eau de Rube

I would be shocked Froomkin's pings haven't drastically fallen: those who'd never read him still wouldn't, most who read him for Bush-flaying stopped the day after Obama won, and a significant number who did stay have since quit, repelled by Froomkin's Obama-flaying.

Irony being, if McCain had won Froomkin's site would be profitably pinging, which should remind not just neocons but all rubes everywhere what priorities rule.

(And here is proof of my roobiness, that I'd think neocons would find Froomkin more valuable disillusioning Obama supporters than he was as house liberal, but most people aren't like us. (Click Fleabus, yo.))

(And here is proof of my roobiness: I obsess on this because I remember the civic pride in calling the Washington Post my hometown paper.)

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• Holy Fuckingfuck. (h/t)
• I know Grey Vampires in the academy mafia.
• Academic gang-recruiting.
• Modernity and ambivalence.
• On Obama's Ice Cream of Indifference.
• The Unevenness of Space-Time Convergence.
• Awful Rockville man offers witty acerbic takes.
• Melissa asks, How are the ferals? Napolean?

How's Fleabus responding to the competition? (Note the GbV t-shirt, circa 1995, yo.)

UPDATE! Sillyass Star Trek allusion anyone?

• A wise solution to a problem we've all faced.
• The only Catwoman.
• Poetry as a site of resistance.
• Leonard Michaels' essays?
• I was going to until I read this, which is a keen observation about me.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• Today's Listening Assignment.

Updates later. Or not.

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STATUE

Tom Clark

The angel asked, as his shoulders were pressed into the stone
Why me? And taken away from the inhabited body,
Like the lyric voice rustling from memory forests,
Childhood rushes towards death, a wind in those woods,
Crashing through trees, dying out,
Settling like a white mist over everything.

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