a D, an F, and an A walk into a bar. The bartender says, 'I'm sorry, we don't serve minors.' So the F leaves, and the D and the A share an open fifth between them.
If C. W. Mills was alive today he would certainly have a blog, and it would be a very public journal of his work-in-progress. His classic essay 'on intellectual craftsmanship' is still very much worth reading.
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