Maybe there are some rocks that shouldn't be flipped over, and some slimy holes that shouldn't be peered into. Belle Waring digs up something that shows there are two Americas, and I want that other one to go away. It says something about the state of the right wing when disgust begins to outweigh outrage, when they start reeking so badly that one wants to just hold one's nose and walk away rather than fighting them. At least seeing Leiter rip into "the parochial smugness of an effete little simpleton like George Will" is a bit of a tonic, but I fear that I don't have the energy to engage in any battles today.

It's Monday after a too-short break, I was up late grading papers and only got halfway through what I wanted to accomplish, it looks like I'll be burning the midnight oil for the next few days, and then I start the day with that dispiriting thing. I need to cheer myself up with a few hours reading some fun papers, but I'm booked solid with classwork today. Only two and a half weeks of the semester left, and it feels like it's going to be a long slow crawl to the end.