[Guest post by Jack Dunphy]
For those dwindling few of you who haven’t grown weary of the subject, I have another column on the matter up on the Web today. You can find it here, at Pajamas Media.
UPDATE BY PATTERICO: Classic. I think this might be my favorite Jack Dunphy column ever. I’m going to quote the first two paragraphs to whet your appetite:
I had a terrible nightmare last night: I dreamed I was driving along in my patrol car when I responded to a fairly routine radio call. Someone had reported a possible burglary, and when I went to the home to investigate I encountered not the burglar I was led to believe I would find but rather the home’s resident, an Ivy League professor who, while indignantly challenging my authority to inquire into the reported crime, couldn’t resist doing so without calling my intelligence into question, accusing me of racial bias, and even going so far as to insult my sainted mother. When the verbal provocations escalated further and crossed the line into illegal conduct, I slapped the handcuffs on the man and hauled him down to the station house. A frothing media maelstrom then ensued, with reporters clogging the streets outside my home and traipsing across the lawn and through the shrubbery with their cameras and their boom microphones and their incessant, impertinent questions. Finally, the president of the United States was on television telling the entire world how stupid I am.
Then I woke up.
It just gets better and better as it goes along. The end is one of the funniest passages I have seen in any Dunphy column — or any column by anyone, for that matter. But it would be unfair to quote it here. Go read the whole thing, now.