Since all of the cool bands are down at SXSW…

I’m on one of those SuperSecret Sedition email lists that makes Erick Erickson’s blood pressure go up and we were having a discussion about Coach Eyechart’s comments about Barack Obama

Happy days are here again.

Oh Erick the RedState, you Buffoon of the South. How we thank Cthulhu for your very existence, your chest-thumping bravado, your adorable little symbolic acts , your pathetic pretense at being a “playah”….

I would not be doing my job (this fake night time one that you are currently soaking in) if I did not give all due credit to Brad DeLong for excavating this wonderful nugget of Douthat-iana:

When I’m not spending my time spreading whimsy about wingnuts, I run a business.

Someone is still pissy about being called a dick by John Stewart

If thou wilt be perfect, go and sell that thou hast, and give to the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven: and come and follow me.

I’m Going Galt for next couple of days so I’ve asked Fenway to sit here and stare at you for the duration.

I’m going to turn this post over to reader Jim G. who did a simple google search on one of Dr. Mrs. Ole Perfesser’s Goin’ Galt Guests.