Are we talking about William Timberman? (Not "Timberland"?)

(waves to William) Nice to see you, Bill!

Speaking of all things sex: Where does purchased phone sex fall on the list of wickednesses?

Which makes me think of something else:

Undocumented workers, sellers of recreational drugs (the most popular of which are less harmful than tobacco or booze), and sex workers.

If they could work legally, they could have legal protections under the law (wages/working conditions/unions/etc.) and be sensibly regulated (no sales to minors, etc.). (In the case of undocumented workers, at least, it would probably reduce employer demand for them, as the whole point of hiring undocumented workers is to have people who you can cheat and underpay and who can't fight back; if they have the same rights as native-born workers, then the economic justification for hiring them disappears and employers are forced to hire the native-born jobless instead.)

But of course, keeping their livelihoods illegal makes exploiting them extremely easy. (And keeping drugs illegal means that the kingpins make big, big bucks, because they can justify a huge markup by saying "it's illegal, you know".)

Um, yes, yes she was a kook. Sadly, she was also a fine writer, but she was a kook who was a highly-charged sexual being that could never get over her more lurid fantasies. As Susie Bright mentioned in an interview with Erica Jong, if Dworkin had openly wrote her books as porn instead of condemnations thereof, she would have blown all the other pornographers out of the water.

Here's an excerpt from Bright's eulogy for Dworkin:

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http://telegraph.nu/signal/2005/04/14/susie_bright_eulogizes_andrea_dworkin.html

I'm sorry Andrea Dworkin started a sexual revolution that she ended up repudiating. She never got to see people like me, Carol, and the rest of us little protégées who took her inspiration and flew to a new dimension. She got stuck, and then she got sick, and when you're famous for one thing, no one wants to see you change unless you reject it all, like a pathetic sinner seeking redemption. She was too stubborn and too old-fashioned for that. Andrea Dworkin never would have admitted that she was a SuperStar. She was the animator of the ultimate porno horror loop, where the Final Girl never gets a chance to slay the monster, she only dies, dies, dies, with the cries of the angry mourners to remember her.

For all the people who claim that "but science takes things on faith all the time!" in the course of pretending that Fundies=Atheists, let me introduce you to a concept you should have learned about in high school science classes: PEER REVIEW.

Peer review is why, for example, the New England Journal of Medicine is a legitimate medical journal and the non-peer-reviewed, pay-us-to-publish-your-crap journal Medical Hypotheses is not.

But Hedges, if he has a brain, knows this already. So he's either being stupid or being the 2008 version of a 1990s Usenet comments troll.