He's very entertaining. But a good case can be made that he's also full of shit, the shit being himself.
I get mad at Andrew Sullivan quite regularly, but who else would give me Ron Rosenbaum (I get mad at him, too) and Jim Holt, the greatest gifts of the day not including a sun emerging finally at 1:30 p.m.?
Why is there something, indeed?
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