You groove to the Bleat. You hang out at the Backfence. You've studied at the Institute. But, you ask, is that all the Lileks there is in the world?

Why, no, it isn't. There's more screedy Lileks goodness at Newhouse.

Does the man ever sleep?

Q: When will you war-maddened, war-crazed, war-loving war-nuts be satisfied?

A: When Iran has a secular government, Egypt isn't paid $2 billion a year to hate us, Saudi oil revenues plummet and they cease to fund radical mosques, Syrian fascism topples, terrorists have no safe harbor and the Palestinians decide that peace, not death, is the shape of the future.

As John Lennon said: You may say I'm a dreamer. But I'm not the only one.