by Chris Bodenner

Before I submerge back to underblogging, I can't resist sounding off on my favorite Frum post of the week:

Watching the exchanges between Conor Friedersdorf and Mark Levin is like watching a boy toss stones at a caged rhinoceros in the zoo. 

Or watching a Spanish-speaking dude argue with an ibex:


I now brace myself for one of Levin's patented nicknames (with a name like "Bodenner," I'm making it easy for him).

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