Open Thread: no Idiot Wind.
The tedium of the commentary on the Middle East sort of resembles Bob Dylan’s Idiot Wind: Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb, Blowing through the curtains in your room. Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth, You’re an idiot, babe. It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe. I myself doubt that there will ever be peace in | Read More »