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Posts by Lamont Cranston:
- 2011: War on Women.
- Say NO to Internet censorship.
- Here We Go: Romney Has Millions of Dollars Parked Offshore.
- Obama airs first ad in Virginia.
- Stubborn Facts.
- How to Argue About Politics.
- ABCnews Blotter.
- The Book of Jobs.
- Andrew Sullivan: How Obama’s Long Game Will Outsmart His Critics.
- And the Word of the Year Is…
- Occupy Oakland Walks Picket Line Supporting American Licorice Strikers.
- My Guantánamo Nightmare.
- Hastle Me.
- Union Jack Newspaper.
- Transact Socially.
- Lying for the Lord.
- One Pissed Off Liberal.
- TSA Top 10 Good Catches of 2011.
- How to Clone Mineral Water.
- The Ten Dogmas of Determinism.
- Gayest Cities in America, 2012.
- Revolver Maps.
- How Austerity Is Killing Europe.
- In praise of a second (or third) passport.
- Find your philosophy quiz.
- Media Myth Alert.
- I Love Charts.
- Where Minarchists Fear to Tread, Part 2.
- Visual History of Financial Crises.
- Joseph’s Blog: The Carin’ Carpenter.
- Licking Lechers.
- Experts Baffled by Mysterious Underground Chambers.
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