So this week I cleverly lured a large of people into calling me a statist lickspittle, managed to get Daniel Ellsberg to call me “stupid” and inadvertently got Mort Sahl to namecheck me in a tweet. If my hippy father were still alive he would definitely be kvelling. Short of resurrecting Lenny Bruce and getting him to somehow take note of me, I’m not sure what mix of things could have made him happier.
I’m sitting here watching Chris Christie get the feel-good overstuffed chairs conversation with Bill Clinton to talk about storm relief at the Clinton Global Initative. I’d say the apostasy is almost complete. By November I expect to see him running on the Working Families Party ticket.
4 year old recovering in hospital after accidentally shot by 5 year old.