Please welcome Roger as the newest outspoken denizen of our dank and dark slave quarters, wantin' to fly like an eagle while bein' chained to the floor in the basement of Maggie's Farm. It is not an everyday occurrance to snag a deceased Norman King of Sicily to channel through one's blog.
The Nail that Sticks Up Must Be Hammered Down
How many millimeters outside the left-wing circle of acceptable opinion are you allowed to stray without bringing the "We Shall Overcome Lite" protests to your doorstep?
Public figures in the United States whose views would make them eligible for the Vice Presidential slot on the Kennedy ticket in 1960 are routinely called Rethuglicans and Nazis today and shouted down. Look at poor Joe Lieberman, wandering the landscape, and wondering: Where'd my party go?
Professor Ann Althouse is a feminist liberal, by any sane person's definition of it. But she has the audacity to have an open mind about things, and doesn't think Bush is Hitler, and so attracts a diverse and literate commentariat to her blog. And she's put her foot outside the circle twice in one day, bless her heart.
She's caused a bit of a stir by being invited to dinner before a public appearance by Camille Paglia at UWisconsin that Professor Althouse graciously recommended on her blog. The
invitation was withdrawn and Ann was then told her presence would not be required at dinner after all, because she wasn't quite 100% cheerleading for Ms Paglia on her blog.
Professor Althouse is simultaneously fending off an assault by the organizers of a "punk" music festival recently held in Madison, called "Slutfest" who took exception to Ann allowing commenters to point out that their punk festival sounded like "My Little Pony Nihilism." What do you do when you don't get 100% cheerleading for your "Slutfest?" Threaten to get The Professor reprimanded or fired.
Read the potty-mouthed Slutfesters idea of salty language --it's a hoot.
Visit the Professor's fine and fun
blog salon, and tell the fainting couch feminists the real feminists are Constitutional Law Professors, not Madonna Ciccone wannabes and Slutfesters.
