If you have a spare moment, pause and give thanks to the Red Army. The Battle of Stalingrad ended sixty-two years ago today.
The Koufax Award nominees for funniest post, always a treasure trove, are up. How they winnowed the Fafblog! and Poor Man posts down to only a few, I have no idea..
I have been meaning to comment for a while on this very strange Slate article. Ezra raises the most salient objection: it's absolutely crazy to think that the Republicans, in.
The story that German welfare officials were intended to compel women to accept jobs in brothels at the risk of having their welfare payments discontinued has been discredited. (It is pretty amusing to see conservative bloggers imply that this is some sort of devastating critique of...
The Bonassus, Daniel Geffen, actually turns to the research.... a) Adjust your policies to be more like the other (more successful) party's? b) Stick to your guns and maintain the same.
Classic Tomorrow.
One of the difficulties any rational person has with Gregg Easterbrook's review of Jared Diamond is that he is simply speaking a different, wingnuttier dialect of the English language. Once you understand the idiosyncratic definitions of certain key terms, things become much clearer. You'll also find...
I know it's difficult to believe, but the Eatserhackery referenced below is conceivably only the second-stupidest thing featured in today's New York Times.
Rob and Scott have been doing just fine without me during my unplanned blogging sabbatical, to the extent that the vast majority of you probably hadn't noticed. At any rate,.
To be candid, lacking expertise on matters of either fashion or tact as I do I'm basically indifferent about Dick Cheney's Eddie Bauer Auschwitz outfit. Nonetheless, Lindsay Beyerstein's take on the matter is clearly superior to all contenders, because it uses the word "toque." Now, if you'll...
This is on Book TV right now. Bobo, the Derb, and Christina Hoff Summers discuss I Am Gene Simmons. And it's as bad as it sounds. Bobo, of course, uses this to.
In real life, I am a glacially slow first baseman/corner outfielder with no power whose sole offensive contribution comes from a willingness to take a tremendous number of walks. My namesake.