Good thing I didn't notice this yesterday

I should have felt some need to comment.

Instead, I didnt visit InstaPundit until this morning, to find Glenn Reynolds noting the revised anti-idiotarian Manifesto of Eric S. Raymond:

WE REJECT the theory that `fairness' requires us not to notice the dominant gender, age range, ethnic character and religion of our terrorist enemies; and we urge the systematic use of such profiling to both make anti-terrorist screening more effective and reduce the overall intrusiveness of anti-terror measures on the majority of the population.

There's quite a bit more. One of the opening salvos proclaims, without anything vaguely resembling evidence, that:

WHEREAS, the Left has failed us by succumbing to reflexive anti-Americanism; by apologizing for terrorist acts; by propounding squalid theories of moral equivalence; and by blaming the victims of evil for the act of evil;

He does go after the Right and "many" Libertarians as well. Not all of the latter, so presumably he's claiming everyone on the Left and Right are following their marching orders.

Good thing I'm not a member of either. Or talking about politics.

And, y'know, whenever white folks like him start ranting about "we" and "us" I know perfectly fucking well it ain't shit to do with me.

Radio K is playing a nice selection of music right now, and the dj isn't as annoyingly Minnesotan as the student staffers often are. Or wasn't, until a minute ago. Any history of a language community halting a vowel shift through culls?

Any road up, I have packing to do.

There is talk of more crunchy water falling from the sky tonight.

Update: Slight correction on the Radio K tip. If they were NPR, I'd say they were having a pledge drive. In their terms, they're asking listeners to Buy A Watt.

Let me put it to you like this: I barely gots a pot to piss in and a window to throw it out of. . . and I'm tempted to call and offer 'em the toll change from the car to get 'em to shut the hell up.

No, there are no toll roads in Minnesota. You get used to dealing with them around Chicago, though, and old habits die hard. With a Vengeance.