Well That Didn't Take Long...

Via His Most Terrible and Unholy Shrillness, Professor Brad DeLong, we find today that Private Doughy Pantload, i.e. Jonah Goldberg, was born with a crippling impairment to his sense of humor gland.

The Corner on National Review Online: ATTN: SUPERDOME RESIDENTS [Jonah Goldberg] I think it's time to face facts. That place is going to be a Mad Max/thunderdome Waterworld/Lord of the Flies horror show within the next few hours. My advice is to prepare yourself now. Hoard weapons, grow gills and learn to communicate with serpents. While you're working on that, find the biggest guy you can and when he's not expecting it beat him senseless. Gather young fighters around you and tell the womenfolk you will feed and protect any female who agrees to participate without question in your plans to repopulate the earth with a race of gilled-supermen. It's never too soon to be prepared.

Won't someone please take up a collection to pay for Jonah to have the brain surgery he so desparately needs to be a fully functional and well-adapted adult in a civil society? I'd do it myself, but I don't think a pseuonymous blogger ought to be asking people for money unless they've got a lot more invested in their pseudonym than me.