Ann Althouse gets the weirdest, most hyperbolic, you-done-read-Fight–Club-too-many-times-son piece of roundabout hate mail imaginable from some messianic Wisconsin slackers, which ends thusly: “THERE IS NO CAVALRY. ITS US VS YOU ON THE STREETS OF THE CITY GOING AS FAR AS IT HAS TO GOUNTIL A) WE WIN OR B) DOOMSDAY.”
Seriously, what happened to dirty hippies playing hacky sack when they got bored?
(Via Mark Hemingway.)
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