Ward Churchill goes to San Francisco and meets a couple anarchists. Mostly safe for work, except the one with the middle-aged nudists, one of whom practices a particular sort of body-modification I, for one, have never heard of. But then I’m fairly sheltered.

But look at him. He just looks so at home. None of the stiff posture, shifty eyes, etc we’re used to seeing in him. It almost makes you feel sorry for him, stuck in that stuffy, uptight, repressive atmosphere at UC all the time.

Curtsy: Tim Blair.