Leftist newspaper vandal caught on camera

 
Welcome, Hugh Hewitt readers! Make yourselves at home.

Take a good, close look at this champion of intellectual diversity:

Busted!

She’s cleaning out a newspaper rack full of the latest issue of The Sentinel and dumping the papers in the trash. The Sentinel is Ohio State University’s student conservative newspaper, and its fine writing obviously continues to anger campus leftists in Columbus … because it has the perplexing quirk of disappearing from the racks before leftists in training students get a chance to read the latest commentary from the right. Happily, this Thought Policeperson got caught on camera by the paper’s staff.
Here’s the kicker: according to The Sentinel, she’s a Postdoctoral Researcher who works at OSU’s Environmental Molecular Science Institute.
I’m sure there’ll be more to follow on Dr. Stickyfingers at the newspaper’s blog, The Open End.

NB: I’m also pleased to mention that The Open End is a member (along with Brain Shavings, Wizblog, Eric Hogue, and Hugh Hewitt) of a mighty blog alliance here in Ohio called The Buckeye Bloggers.

There’s hope for leftists

I’m heartened to see that at least one young reflexive Bush-hater can see his error after speaking to Iraqis. An excerpt:

You may think that you have felt dumb before, but let me tell you something: until you have stood in front of a man who knows real pain and told him that you are against your country’s alleviation of his country’s state-sponsored murderous suffering, you have not felt truly, deeply, like a total f****** moron.
I still am no Bush fan, and I know that America got lied to. I know we shouldn’t have gone, and I think Rove is as evil as they come. But through all this deception and lying, through all this dismemberment and pain, America has wrought a beautiful, fantastic side effect: joy, freedom and a hope for peace. Does it take lies and misdirection to do this?? Is this what the other side of justice is? I feel like such a whiner and I don’t know what to think anymore. Ultimately, in total defiance of my mother and grandmother�s teachings, two wrongs have made a right and my moral compass is tired and busted.
I can’t tell the difference between the good guys and the bad guys, and I want a clear cut mandate, some lines to believe along. But there aren’t any. There’s just right and wrong and following your heart of hearts. And for the first time in my life, I can say that I was wrong to be compulsively critical of the current administration without seeking my own truth.

A neocon in the making, perhaps?
Hat tip: She Who Will Be Obeyed

UPDATE: SMASH reponds, and gets a response.

Did Rush just storm off the air?

Just heard something unprecedented on the Rush Limbaugh show. I think that was Mr. Snerdley the Program Observer who closed out the last segment of today’s first hour. I thought I heard him say that Rush got so ticked off by the last liberal caller that he had to go cool off. Hmmm … no dittocam feed, so we’ll just have to wait and see.

UPDATE: Yup, he did. He’s back now, warning his audience he’s on a short fuse. Uh, no kidding.
UPDATE 2: Here’s the segment with the argument, which I’ll gladly remove if Rush objects to my posting it. I’ll post Snerdley’s voice ASAP.

Fishing for liberals

In an article just published by The Sentinel (a conservative publication at Ohio State University), conservative student columnist Stephen Dronen relates his encounter with volunteers conducting a Democrat voter registration drive … and his resulting experiment in liberal-baiting.

I took to the streets to see if my appearance had any bearing on their action. First dressing as I normally do; dressed in a pair of khaki chinos, a light blue Oxford, and a pair of brown Doc Martin�s, I entered the hostile territory. Not to my surprise, I walked right past the activists amidst a haze of “Stop the Bush Imperialists”, “No Blood for Oil”, and “Not My President”! It was as if they didn�t even see me.

The first phase of my testing was complete; they had failed to approach me during three opportunities. Enter phase two: undercover. Garbed in a borrowed Pearl Jam t-shirt, a set of torn jeans, a pair of Birkenstocks, some thick rimmed “emo” glasses, and the quintessential hemp jewelry, I returned to the scene of the crime. It is amazing how different the experience was, as I was double teamed from the second I entered the intersection where two hours earlier the same people failed to realize I was even in their presence.

It’s an entertaining read, so help yourself.
Hat tip: The Open End