The mind forever turns on the lathe of its own contradictions.

What unnerves so many liberals about talk radio? Simple: It's the unapologetic nature of the conversation, the unwavering sense of certainty. Where's the nuance? The shades of gray? We all know truth is a fragile butterfly dancing in and out of shadow and light, and these guys act as though truth is a rhino charging across a sunlit veldt.

And I don't want posture lessons from a country that spent the last 20 years flopping on its back and grabbing its ankles when Saddam showed up waving stacks of Francs in exchange for bang-sticks.

Ah, if only the best place for storing embryonic stem cells was Yucca Flat.

When your opponent sets up a straw man, set it on fire and kick the cinders around the stage. Don't worry about losing the Strawperson- American community vote.

Contempt for the things people choose of their own free will is, at its heart, contempt for free will.

I've always wondered if there was a Hezbollah version of minesweeper where you get points for blowing up on your first move.