Some people run with the bulls, some people eat fugu, some people sue Mark Steyn.

How do you  flirt with destruction?

This is an alarming trend. Soon Mr. Steyn won't be able to so much as submit his favorite pie recipe to the town compilation cookbook without somebody suing him over the quantity of lard.

Here's your weekend slice of Steyn Pie:

  When you don't have frighteningly white upscale liberals obsessing about the racist subtext of golf, it's amazing how much time it frees up to talk about other stuff. For example, as dysfunctional as Greece undoubtedly is, if you criticize the government's plans for public pensions, there are no Chris Matthews-types with such a highly evolved state of racial consciousness that they reflexively hear "watermelon" instead of the word "pensions." So, instead, everyone discusses the actual text rather than the imaginary subtext. Which may be why political discourse in the eurozone is marginally less unreal than ours right now: At least they're talking about "austerity"; over here, we're still spending, and more than ever.

This reminds me of that Twilight Zone episode where all the words in the English language were redefined over the course of a week or so: "lunch" became "dinosaur", "Wednesday" was now the word for "dog", etc. We seem to be well into the twilight zone at this point.
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