Oh, I wrote a Bleat for today. It's about the troop surge and a Marine I met who accompanied a body back home and a book review about the imminent threat of Jebus-Nazis. I just can’t post it. Why? It’s a mess...I spent the night on the new book before heading down the kitchen table for some old-fashioned screed-whuppin', and frankly I’m too tired to figure out WHAT THE HELL I am talking about. There's a conclusion in there somewheres, but damned if I see it.
Of course, the rest of us saw it years ago: it's ALWAYS a mess when Lileks writes about politics; it's NEVER easy to figure out what the hell he's talking about it. But the fact that it's dawned on the man himself may signal a sea change which, I must admit, even in my blackest ventricle of my black heart, would be quite welcome.
Luckily, you can always count on Ann Coulter.