I find myself in the unusual position of agreeing with something in Salon:
Granted that you can't even run for president without hubris, narcissism and even a touch of I-am-the-center-of-the-universe solipsism, President Obama abuses the privilege. After extolling the virtues of term limits for a chief executive in a speeech in Ethiopia, he goes on to say:
The language police are on patrol again:
The governor conducted a ceremonial bill signing Friday for a law that makes the Indiana code more politically correct.
This is all about the “R” word.
It’s a term that was once considered appropriate, but is no longer: retardation.
They must be kicking themselves in Delaware County. Imagine, giving in to the fear of the social media mob, which we know from experience in Indiana can whip up a fine froth of outrage, and then finding out that, oops, you're all alone out there in the PC outfield:
After an early success, a push by animal rights groups to ban pig wrestling at Indiana county fairs appears to be losing steam.
Two senior Planned Parenthood officials were caught on undercover videos calmly talking about "crushing" the fetuses of late-term abortions to get their body parts and finding "less crunchy ways" to perform abortions while preserving salable fetal tissue. Kirsten Powers isn't exactly a rightwing fanatic, so her views on the ensuing controversy do not come from blindly following conservative orthodoxy:
Interesting words encountered while wandering through the blogosphere.
turpitude (TUR-puh-tood), n. -- vile, shameful or base character; depravity; a vile or depraved act, as in: "When the state tries to stop gambling that is in fact less problematic that the gambling it sponsosrs itself, we can begin to see the depths of its turpitude."