When I forget my manners (alas, too often), I sometimes throw the word ignorant around. I apply it to groups of people I don’t much like. Evolution deniers. Trump and Cruz supporters. People who favor the designated hitter. But last night, I read an argument that made me rethink the whole problem of ignorance. The sum of what humans don’t know is so vast that when I compare my personal ignorance to that of, say, your typical homophobic legislator with a potty fixation, the di
An insurgence of words
In which we attempt to puncture the culture of spin.