I know I'm probably a couple days late on this, but if you haven't had a chance to read it yet, here's Seymour Hersh's devastating article from the New Yorker. Read it and remember it when you vote next fall.
Also, a couple of articles about scruffy gadfly Michael Moore's new film, Fahrenheit 9/11. Despite the fact that it will surely bring home a lot of box-office bacon, the corporate mouseketeers at Disney don't want to distribute the film in the United States, because it just wouldn't be appropriate to deliver such a political film in an election year. Never mind how they continue to distribute right-wing gas-bags like Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hannity to media outlets all over the country. Anyways, the film does have a distributor in Canada, which is where I presently find myself. If you Yanks want to bivouac at my place so you can watch the film, you're more than welcome.
Finally, I've recently come across a couple of articles that stir up some pretty trenchant critiques of Judith Butler brand feminism. One is published by the fighters of fashionable nonsense at "butterfliesandwheels," and the other is by Martha Nussbaum. Both are eminently readable, which is hardly a characteristic of Butler's prose. After reading these articles, however, I'm not sure that turgid prose is Butler's biggest problem.
Also, a couple of articles about scruffy gadfly Michael Moore's new film, Fahrenheit 9/11. Despite the fact that it will surely bring home a lot of box-office bacon, the corporate mouseketeers at Disney don't want to distribute the film in the United States, because it just wouldn't be appropriate to deliver such a political film in an election year. Never mind how they continue to distribute right-wing gas-bags like Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hannity to media outlets all over the country. Anyways, the film does have a distributor in Canada, which is where I presently find myself. If you Yanks want to bivouac at my place so you can watch the film, you're more than welcome.
Finally, I've recently come across a couple of articles that stir up some pretty trenchant critiques of Judith Butler brand feminism. One is published by the fighters of fashionable nonsense at "butterfliesandwheels," and the other is by Martha Nussbaum. Both are eminently readable, which is hardly a characteristic of Butler's prose. After reading these articles, however, I'm not sure that turgid prose is Butler's biggest problem.