D’oh! Here I am at Slate’s Washington offices, finding out about a Freudian typo in my post last night. When I said “homocide bomber,” I was not actually outing a bunch of Palestinians. I meant to write “homicide bomber.” By the way, Jack Shafer is unrecognizable. I remember him when he was a long-haired, constantly stoned hipster. Alas, the hair is short and the shirt tucked in. Maybe he will get the job, after all.

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