I’m not sure why Democrats are letting Republicans tout the Bush tax cuts as though they were so awesome for the country. If the Democrats were doing their job, “Bush tax cuts” would sound like “shit sandwich,” because they objectively weren’t.

The poor aren’t a threat to stable political communities according the Judge Richard Posner. He didn’t notice the real threat.

Annoying, impossible to eradicate and embarrassing to have in our American home, Karl Rove is a bedbug.

This outgrowth from our feeling of empowerment is one that came up yesterday as we discussed the treasures of the ancient world that appear in our museums, ‘collected’ or looted from the world at large as we in the west ramble about taking whatever pops up. Like the Taliban exploding statues of the Buddha that graced Afghanistan for aeons, we take ownership of treasures that aren’t ours, and our world diminishes around us.

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Chutzpah and Ingratitude don’t have overlapping definitions, but the Israeli delegation at the UN came close yesterday in their explanation of why they failed to be at President Obama’s UN speech, in which he dared include a long set of remarks that appear, by and large, to seek justice for Palestinians in the ongoing talks on ending the 63-year long conflict:

This video, Where Good Ideas Come From by Steven Johnson, should give you something to think about this morning. And without further ado, I give you the Sunday Talking Heads.

The Fly King, a Fractured Fairy Tale shown on the Jay Ward Productions television show The Rocky and Bullwinkle Show.

One of my cob-loggers unearthed this astonishing passage from the Bright Young Allegedly Sensible Rightish-Libertarian Will Wilkinson, someone vaguely rumored to not be a twit, presumably because there is a niche market for right-leaning Thinkers who don’t want to share cellar space with Chuck Norris over at Townhall.  He is sort of I suppose your [...]

I do so enjoy reading our new buddy, Michael Knox Beran, who waxes philosophical every time he gets a boner over each and every Tea Bagger FemBot who wanders down the pike. One imagines him sitting in a large comfy leather chair in his book-lined study, idly flipping through many an expensive tome seeking out a lyrical mot juste with which to honor the latest lady of his loins. Finding it, he closes his eyes in silent reverie while gently swirling his snifter of cognac, savoring the moment before masturbating like a capuchin monkey on a weekend Viagra bender.