The joys of killing
I had an angry idea about the killing of Terri Schiavo. I note the sheer joy of James Carville and the cretinous Atrios (via Professor Bainbridge, who apparently has a stronger stomach for Atrios stench than I do), and even from the normally decent Mark Kleiman, who confuses Terri Schiavo with his Tom DeLay obsession. Peggy Noonan and Tom Smith at The Right Coast are no doubt being wiser than me, but I am too tired to be generous. I think it stems from this: they lost the last election, with all their Ph.D.s and vast superiority and all the rest, they still got their collective butts kicked. Killing Terri Schiavo means they beat George Bush and Tom DeLay, and so they recover their manhood. When Terri Schiavo is finally killed off, they can get it up again. I hope the sex is lousy.