paul ryan

Somewhere way in the recesses of my mind before I kicked off my Sunday hostess gig at the FireDogLake  with the below takedownette of Daniel Altman's new ebookella, an odd little half-flicker of a brainwave caused me to suspect that a younger Moe in the throes of a commensurate stretch of sexual deprivation might have at least worked a bit in the process of trashing his book.