And hours, and hours, and hours. Don’t tell ME about attention deficit disorder; I could play that forever!
If only. Oh, if only. This little baby is my dream machine. And they could have a right-wing version with an AI simulation of William F. Buckley for the playoffs. Gore Vidal, William Kristol and Naomi Klein modules! I can see it all now! I could sell a million of them!
Want to take a shot at it yourself? Here you go: the collected assault works of Noam Chomsky!













And the opening sound clip after you put in your quarter:
“I’d like to have an awgument . . .”
You don’t like Noam?
There’s no place like Noam – it’s just that a good discussion with Chomsky should be an argument and not simple contradiction or being-hit-on-the-head lessons
Rain go to your dashboard. You’ll need a doctor after your visit. EEK.
Hee hee, very funny.
That wall plug tantalizes. Noam, I hold your lifeline in my hand; bitch about B.F. Skinner again.
A friend lost his computer.He just e-mailed me saying he was back on line.I sent him your link with the line “this should keep you busy for a couple of days”.
Thanks Raincoaster
BAKIN
I don’t like Noam. He’s an asshole. He’s also the only A-lister who’s never responded to my direct email (dated September 13th, 2001) which was, more or less: “While your points may be correct, the funeral of a rape victim is not the occasion on which to observe that she was always a slut who’d come to a bad end.”