As you can see, PZ Myers has let the cat out of the bag.
Granted, he didn't plot the sparse matrices of Levinasian/Derridean Otherness, or situate this inscription properly on the Body Without Organs, but the damage is done.
Obviously, we're going to have to move to Plan B (and I'm not talking about the drug we use to murder babies and encourage worry-free sexual experimentation among teenagers).
In the meantime, let's hope Comrade Myers is working diligently on his self-criticism.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Posted by Phila at 10:42 AM