SHIT IN A CORNER. Just visited NRO's The Corner for the first time in a while. Imagine a dozen hardcore New York Rangers fans with their faces painted blue, locked in a steel tank for two weeks with a truckload of beer and chips and a TV set. That gives you some idea of the level of discourse therein.

Between the celebratory roars, clinically degenerate anti-French ravings ("Chirac's frog fedayeen...Putains de merd"), and increasingly bizarre jokes, the place has become a literal madhouse.

They disdain their own weak, too. Ned Flanders even said goodbye forever and no one offered him so much as a pat on the ass.

It's like Free Republic for people who know how to read.