Ed Driscoll

WHAT A LONG, STRANGE WEEK

WHAT A LONG, STRANGE WEEK IT’S BEEN, huh? Between Fahrenheit 911 and its embrace by the “Coalition of Wild-Eyed“: 98 percent of the Democratic Party–and 100 percent of Manhattan and Chicago’s film critics; the return of Bill, Al, and Granny D; the birth of “the digital brown shirts“; the increasingly postmodern press, and the rest of the usual and sundry insanity, I’m exhausted.

I may blog a little bit more tonight, but after that, blogging will be light until early next week, as I’ll be visiting friends and relatives this weekend.