Noted Here and There ...

Gary Indiana opens a three part series in the Village Voice with a fascinating piece on conspiracy theory in American history. (You know the poor man has to be tired of clever people asking if Meredith Wilson didn't write a song about him.)

This is Republican Survivor (and it's fun), but you can't tell me that these Republicans are the fittest.

Rebunk is off to a fast start. With thoughtful and provocative posts like Derek Catsam's"Imposters, Historians, and History", it should be on everyone's reading list.

Look, if you want to grow up to make the Fake Greek Epic Film, fuhgeddaboudit. Naomi Chana is on your case. It's been done and not done well, even by the standards of some alternative universe.
(Memo to self: Chana is not to have a review copy of your next book. It doesn't even have the redeeming artistic value of leather miniskirts for male characters.)

Both Conservativenet and this month's Grapevine trumpet the advent of Larry Schweikart's and Michel Allen's A Patriot's History of the United States: From Columbus' Great Voyage to the War on Terror (Penguin, for g_d sakes) as the Right answer to Howard Zinn's A People's History ... and I suppose I agree. Mirror images and all that. Due similar respect. I've read and refuted enough of Schweikart's opinions on Conservativenet to believe that the University of Dayton gave tenure and promoted to full professor a genuine wacko.

MadamDeFarge is obsessing and having trouble moving on. After initially objecting to my observation that historically the secular Left has not been a very loyal ally of the religious Left, she now embraces it as right and just because anti-faith should be the central principle of the revolution. There is some constructive dialogue here, however. Both a revolution and a symphony need more than one note. Turning on one's sisters and brothers in arms is a sour one only a harp could make love to.

T-o-o-o much: the thought of Eugene Volokh and Wonkette getting it on ...

Finally, it's good to see that Mathilde, the chinchilla, is recovering from the shock of chewing through an electrical cord; but really, Hugo, posing for pictures with a chinchilla on your head does something for Cliopatriarchal dignity. Once you've nursed that rodent back to health, I'll need your advice about my computer. It's contracted a nasty social disease. I warned it repeatedly about the risks of cheap thrills.