I love the smell of wrongheaded academic equivocation in the morning!! Another pile of offal for you to toy with, my brethren.
Enjoy!

“like a fine truffle laden gravy from a standing rib roast.”–for this metaphor, I am beyond flattered, gentlemen. Fisk away.
Points:
1.You mistakenly assume that I locate the problems of the world within the evil Bush…burton/neocon conspiracy. I do not. They are a symptom, not the virus itself. You are not neocons. If you were, you wouldn’t be so boisterous.
2.You imply teaching is not a “real job.” Interesting. And I am a low-level instructor at a public university. I do not have much power to share my kool-aid. By the way, I spent 6 years managing a successful small business before returning to the ivory tower. I spent formative younger years before that working stock (loading and unloading trucks) for a minor mass-retail chain. I have performed social work with DSM-IV diagnosed children–by far the most challenging thing I have ever done. I have had “real jobs” in the past, know what it’s like to live in my car, and even today, while still taking classes and teaching, I have a full-time job outside the skool from 1-10pm. So please refrain from assuming I am your stereotypical tower damsel. I read Hegel, drink Pabst, listen to Skynyrd, AND write manifestos.
3. I never said you are fascists. I said your comments show the first bloody spots of a fascist infection.
4. “I mean, I suppose she calls this thought.”–Do you insult all your guests before calling your troops to take aim?
Like you, I must go to work now. I look forward to checking in on my fate…

You are not a guest, madam, you are a rude, ill informed,and unwelcome intruder, and will be treated as such.

UPDATE: That’s actually not true. We’ll try to treat you nicely.