Jonah Goldberg takes Stanley Fish and postmodernism and rips them a new one. I for one think that postmodernism should be drawn and quartered, chopped into small cubes, pureed, set aflame, and then dipped in acid. But then again, pseudo-intellectuals need to engage in their literary circle-jerks over such idiots as Foucault and Derrida so that that they’re out of the hair of the rest of society for a while.
You hate postmodernism as much as I do? Pick up a copy of Ken Wilber’s “Sex, Ecology, Spirituality” (that is, if you haven’t already), and watch the pomos get the drubbing of their lives. (Of course, despite the fact that I don’t think much of pomo, I still have a soft spot for Foucault…)