Snake (Oil Salesman) In The Grass

Defender of free minds and markets that I am, I gotta tell ya...we have to get Kevin Trudeau off the air.

This guy is an even bigger douchebag (if such a thing is possible) than John Edward; while Edward shamelessly expoits the bereaved, Trudeau gives "advice" that will...well, it certainly won't help.

If you're on the fence about Trudeau, check this out and ask yourself if this dick deserves the benefit of the doubt.

Kudos to Walgreen's for pulling this asshole's book off the shelves. That's a start...

Gas Attack

Regarding the "painful and intolerable" price of gas: I'm now shelling out close to a hundred bucks a month for gas and even on my less than rock-star-level salary, it's just not an issue for me. Somebody please tell the junior senator of my adopted home state to shut the frig up...

Inquiring Minds

Free Inquiry, a publication for the humanist community, is running an article about the Muhammad cartoon flap, complete with the actual 'toons in question. Consequently, the Borders bookstore chain is not carrying the current issue of Free Inquiry. Now, some folks are talking about a "Border's Boycott."

As it happens, I noticed they are carrying FI at my local Barnes & Noble (Disclosure: the mag's editor, Tom Flynn, is an acquaintence).

A blow for freedom of speech? Well, to be fair about it, I don't imagine North Dakota is on the Islamofascists' short list of sexy targets to begin with...

Mr. Tancredo, Tear Down This Wall!

Tim Cavanaugh at Reason makes the best case yet for opening the borders...

Half Heaven, Half Heartache

The passing of sixties pop idol Gene Pitney marks yet another sad milestone (though I suppose one can draw some comfort from the fact that he died, by all accounts, peacefully in his sleep).
My favorite Pitney hits include It Hurts To Be In Love, featuring beautifully textured multi-tracked vocals and the Phil Spector-produced Every Breath I Take, with its raw soulfulness. Pitney was a master.

A reading from the Holy Book of Saint Oprah...

An article in New York magazine suggests that the end of an era is at hand - the era of sickening celebrity worship.

It's about damn time. It's gone well beyond the stage of ridiculous...