Occasionally someone who knows me mainly through the art-world discovers my persona on the blogs, and sends me an email like…

"Aren’t you the guy who appeared at Bob Geldof’s birthday party in a hazmat suit and convinced him the chef was infected with Ebola? And now you’re some kind of truth-Nazi arranging mass executions on the blogs. What happened?"

Yes, I’m the same guy, and no, I’m not sorry that you-know-who induced vomiting all over you-know-whom at Casa Geldof.

"So what’s the difference between here and there."

In politics, bullshit kills.

"So how can you take an advance for celebrity photos and then file an image of Lindsay Lohan’s dog…"

"And then you call Barack Obama "a con-man and compulsive liar" and accuse anybody who voted for him of collaborating with genocide?"

"Why?"

Because Obama voted for almost every Supplemental Appropriation for the war in Iraq that George W. Bush (that "torture-pig and pervert") ever sent to Congress, and because…

In politics, bullshit kills.