The gist of this post seems to be "your favorite genre contains works with lots of crap so you're automatically disqualified from criticising the crap in another genre." That would mean that no one could criticise anything ever. I mean, don't worry, you can read and enjoy all the trash you want, no one is stopping you, and no one thinks you're a bad person for doing it. But trash is still trash.

"Florida from above" Ah. Memories. I'm still amazed I managed to last so long there without going insane. Hey, shut up you in the back.

I'll be doing lots of driving, I think. Gotta burn some of Gaia's blood off.

Don't try to argue with Gaw. He knows everything he needs to know about Sarah Palin and conservatives already. He "contributed" to the National Review in the 90s, don't you know! (As what, I wonder. Writing letters to the editor doesn't count.)

1) There is one reason you could say Jane Austen didn't write "for the masses": in her day they didn't have a term "the masses" for people yet. They said things like "commoners" and "the common people." 2) It's Huffington Post. That they get something wrong because they have no idea of context doesn't surprise me a bit.

I don't know how you can stand talking to these people. All they do is repeat over and over the same lies that have been said by leftist appeasers of Islam (as well as by Muslims who hide their allegiance -- easy enough to do on the internet) for the past nine years. I used to take these people on too -- but I just got tired. Their minds are not so much closed as they were never open in the first place. The truth is, after the World Trade center attack, Americans dutifully tried to figure out what we had done to make these people hate us so. We consulted books on Islam and the Middle East. We formed committees and had endless talking head shows on tv. Tons of blogs were formed, inspired by the atrocity on September 11, 2001. We tried to find out more about these jihadist Muslims who thought it was a good thing to attack a foreign country that had helped them so much. And you know what we found out? A lot of stuff a lot of Muslims didn't want us to. Like how they treat each other. Like their plans for everyone. Like what their holy book really instructs them to do. And ever since Muslims and their useful idiots have been trying to clean up the damage, telling is "those books were lies," or "you're too stupid and prejudiced to understand what you read" and so on. But we aren't buying it.

"An amazing energy vortex." Oh I know what happened to that. It was a space-time continuum anomaly and the Doctor closed it. Seriously, I used to watch You Are What You Eat because it was on after or before that show where they cleaned up peoples' dirty, filthy homes (my favorite was the Scottish girl who confronted her newly pristine pad with the complaint that now she couldn't find any of her stuff). I did think her nutritional guidelines were pretty sensible for the fried-fat gorging porkers she had to deal with. I didn't realize that she was that far around the treehugging-hippie-crap bend, though. I thought the focus on poo was just a British thing; blame my English-descended grandma, who was a tad obsessed with my and my sister's "BMs" and once tried to get me to take cod liver oil.