Chris Locke’s got a new column rolling over at Corante — not quite as wild-eyed (yet) as the Rageboy epistles, but definitely much imbued with the Chrisness of it all. (Yes, it is a merry Chrisness. Now please shut up.) Every time I get too disgusted with the condition of Amemican journalism — and I am, oh I am — I remember that Chris is still in here slugging away too, and I’m glad that his brand of madness is ever so catching.
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