Alright, then, but please tell him to put his clothes back on

Hilzoy puts the "O" back in the blogosphere.

Robert Farley: a pale, little man who hides within his armature of logical principles and arguments and consistency, like a grub cowering inside its discarded exoskeleton. Jonah Goldberg has no such fears: he sees that contradiction is not a peril to be feared, but the narrow footbridge that allows us to cross over the great abyss of incomprehensibility into a world of sublime and transcendent certainty, in which, freed from niggling doubts and hairsplitting distinctions, our soul can fuse with the world-soul, and we can simply know, with every cell in our body and every fiber of our being, that whatever we did in Iraq was justified, that history will redeem our grand vision, and that liberals are always wrong. While so-called "empiricists" in the "reality-based community" hesitate and wait for evidence and argument, Jonah Goldberg strides forth, naked and unencumbered, into the new dawn.

And the little men in white coats are right behind him.