Continuing on the intermittent vein of negative critique’s often overlooked utility at achieving useful filters, sometimes a society might be better served in the task of measuring progress towards ubiquitous liberty by looking at things left behind.
For those who hate following links at the end of single-sentence paragraphs, a representative selection:
Now I know why I lament carpet in apartments: it’s my penis.
This place really needs an edition of, “What Digby Said,” to set the mood.
It would seem that Regan is saying the economy is in the ditch because people who make more than $250,000 are refusing to work hard and be productive because their taxes are too high — and it’s un-American to ask anything more of them. Have I got that right? It’s an interesting point of view.
Hear, hear. Y’hear?
Hey, Bill Keller: FUCK YOU, you weasel-wording pussy.
How’s THAT for “contentious”?
