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My renewed commitment to writing is off to an inauspicious start. I wanted to write about the comments of a certain sawed-off Archbishop of Canterbury, but Bill already did. I also wanted to write about the D.C. gun ban case before the Supreme Court (which I was wrong about — SCOTUS did grant cert, which scares me to death), but Bill already did. The Archbishop of Canterbury piece ends with a natural twenty and a critical hit that you really should read.

Maybe Bill should write this blog. I’m sure an increase in quality will result. There’s certainly nowhere to go but up.

I’m avoiding studying right now, and my blood pressure has almost declined to safe levels. To tell you the truth, I should study tonight (the topic: risk management strategies with forward contracts and options), but I just don’t have it in me.

But until then, view these local displays of venting:

• Misty lights up William Burroughs, which, predictably, brings out the preening douchebags in Lawrence’s hipster set. Since it’s on Lawrence.com, that’s like “reverse edginess”.
• El Borak cares. CAN’T YOU SEE THAT?!?
• Katie does the job I hate the most in the world. Sadly, it does not involve lawn care.
• Tony’s been on fire lately. He lights up fat girls, Kirsten Dunst, the Pitch (which is like picking on a kid in a wheelchair), and Mark Funkhouser/Wiccans.

Bill gives the Bush — and the Wilson — legacy a bit of richly-deserved pwnag3.

• Challenge the PATRIARCHY!
• Does Big Ed need an R&D section?
• We’re the “public health” department, and we’re here to help.
• “He’s really determined to be on the wrong side of history.” Seems that way.
• Finally, don’t miss Whitlock on some leathery, irrelevant old fart who pretty much quoted every rapper ever.

I’ll save the rest for tomorrow. If you need me, I’ll be off pouring Cristal on the butt of a stripper.

That’s seventy-nine, if you’re keeping score at home. Speaking of keeping score, my NCAA bracket a few posts back is looking pretty good. Take note — there’s three X’s in that number:

• There’s nothing I like better than hearing a bunch of stuffy old politicians talk about sex.
• Liebs shouts into the hurricane.
• At the intersection of money, power, and faith, it’s usually faith which ends up bent over a sawhorse, wearing a ball gag, and crying.
• John B. wrote two powerful pieces (here and here) on post-race politics. These are excellent and worth a read, even if you believe like me that too much is invested in “race narratives” for there to be any real change, short of a massive social upheaval.

The seventy-seventh edition, guaranteed to turn off my liberal readership (a set which, strangely, contains most of my regular readers).

• El Borak: If only Virgil were worth as much as Al Gore.
• Captain Ed blogged Sam Brownback’s CPAC speech and also interviewed him. None of it changed my feelings for Brownback’s politics.
• Rick Moran lights up the conservative mouth-breather that applauded Ann Coulter’s CPAC remarks, which included a gay slur intended to take a shot at John Edwards.
• Ace on death threats to James Cameron.

The seventy-sixth issue. It takes me longer to save up links for these because I’m getting picky in my old age.

• Mike Silverman warms up the world’s smallest violin.
• Realism. At least, more realistic than the farce called the Iraq Study Group report.
• emaw notes a… curious omission.
• Orac, my favorite science blogger and a must-read of mine since way back, took his Friday afternoon conducting a controlled demolition of 9/11 conspiracy “plots”. Also, check out the best 9/11 conspiracy-debunking in the universe.

UPDATE: Don’t forget the KGB, of which I am a member in… terrible standing.