The 143rd Carnival of the Vanities is being hosted by Mister Snitch, who runs a Batman-centered blog based in Hoboken, New Jersey. My thanks to him for including my potty parity parody despite my having first sent it out with a dysfunctional link.
Here are three taste-tempting treats:
Rick Moran argues that the Bush/Hitler comparisons are not exercises in rhetorical hyperbole, but they are sincerely believed. (Is delusional ignorance superior to willful demagoguery?)
Eric Berlin declares that words now have no meaning. (A recurrent problem which plagues me.)
Watcher of Weasels analyzes a fascinating Australian study linking the quality of sperm produced to the type of pornography and amount of competition involved. (Does that mean jealous porn addicts produce the best kids?)
This post about ignorance and borderline illiteracy in the schools is so scary that I hope it’s inaccurate. (The problem is, I once ate lunch with two law professors who got into a ferocious argument over what to do about a student who understood the legal issues on an exam, but was “unable to write an English sentence.” Allowing someone like that to practice law would endanger his clients.)
Mister Snitch has lots more.
Check ’em out!
Comments
4 responses to “Snitch channels at the Carnival!”
Thanks for the link — I’m getting way more visits from you than from the actual Carnival!
It warms my heart to hear that! (Not that I’m trying to compete with the Carnival or anything, but I have no way of knowing how many people click on the links.)
Very good stuff. “Progressive, permissive, regressive” education. Those who equate President Bush with Hitler and American P.O.W. camps with the Gulag are basically saying that what Hitler and Stalin did wasn’t so bad, no worse than what Americans do every day.
As to pornography, I obviously prefer the Lesbian pornography. I’m not man enough to be a man’s man. But I don’t really go in a whole lot for mass-produced pornography, just as I don’t care for mass culture generally. It is intended to appeal to the lowest common denominator rather than to my own idiosyncratic tastes. I’m an elitist. I find that merely being or having been in the presence of a beautiful woman, fully clothed, is enough to turn me on.
Pornography is like feminist propaganda in the sense that I support the right of people to produce it and consume it, but it doesn’t turn me on.