Every so often, something so stupid comes along that you can’t imagine how the author manages to tie their shoes or put on pants, and yet is seemingly well credentialed. Alan Keyes has provided us with such a cache, and I consider it my duty to build a rhetorical Yucca Mountain on top of it to ensure that this kind of weapons-grade stupid is never allowed to fall into the wrong hands. Continue reading
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