Wednesday, January 10, 2007

To blush at speeches rank...

The running dogs of imperialism have me bang to rights. I have been mantled with the dubious honour of Red Face of the Week, for having suggested that Zizek was one of my favourite theorists. This foolish claim on my part is undermined by the fact, you see, that I evidently have not read him. For I can't have read Zizek's recent article in the New York Times which contains support for the idea of a 'global policeman' ("why not?") if I could ever have said, even before the article was a glint in Zizek's eye, that he was someone I liked to have read. Further, I can't have been aware of his position on the bombing of Kosovo, otherwise I should never have recommended him. And what's more, if I haven't read these, I can't have read anything written by him. Through such ruthless, invincible logic, I am unhorsed, unmanned, exposed to the withering ridicule of Harry's Place regulars. Student, poseur and hypocrite, I am at long last revealed.