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Wow. Just wow.

Super-friend DJ PM Funk sent me this article a few days ago, and I finally held down my vomit long enough to finish it. Don't get me wrong, it's a great article--it's the subject matter that is so vile.

Johann Hari reports from The National Review's annual cruise, and it's a horrifying, shocking, and devastating story. When PM sent it my way it was with the message "See if you can make it past the second page." I'm glad I did, if only to read about the rhetorical throwdown between Norman Podhoretz and William F. Buckley Jr. It's a testament to how off-the-charts Podhoretz is that he makes Buckley look positively sane in comparison.

Long story short, it's a great article, and well-worth the read, even if you do have to shower afterwards.

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