Well! I've just had my account banned from the Huffington Post...

 There was no explanation, and it came as a shock.  Most of my comments have been well received, and I've acquired a small but loyal group of fans and followers, and I was just sort of coasting along, saying things like "the FBI (which should, of course, be abolished) is itself responsible for the Boston Marathon bombings, and their case against Tsarnaev is entirely fictive and fraudulent," and thinking I'd slipped one past the fascist pro-Imperial thought police.  Maybe it was the last comment where I said that Obama, whose hands are red with the gore of murdered women and children, should be hanged.  In any case, suddenly, yesterday I found my account banned, and all comments blocked.   So I immediately sent an inquiry to the legal department asking, "was it something I said?"

So couple of nights ago, trundling home from the supermarket, carrying as much as I possibly could in two large shopping bags,

and having to stop and rest every block or so, I halted at my last resting place, the bus stop just down the street from here, and lo!--lying there next to me was a biggish, fresh, unsullied copy of the English version of Jean Hyppolite's Genesis and Structure of Hegel's Phenomenology of Spirit.  I looked around to see if there were anyone to whom it might belong, and seeing no one, after glancing through the first several pages, I put it on top of my less heavy shopping bag and trundled it on home with me.

Immediately I had put the groceries away, I got online and looked up two major articles on phenomenology.  Ah, yes--I had forgot--(transcendental) Kant, of course, and (mad, wife-murdering) Husserl, and (Nazi, existence-predicating) Heidegger, and William (blunt-fingered pragmatist) James, and (fragile, green-lobster-haunted) Sartre, and a compatriot of the latter (I think) with a hyphenated, French-sounding name of whom I have never in my life heard.  Phenomenology, i.e., how the universe reveals (shows) itself to us, or the act (or state) of perception or cognition which precedes ontology or epistemology.  Ah yes.

And utter silly-ass twaddle it is--every word, line, jot and tittle of it.  Ordinarily, if I had come into possession of such pretentious bullshit by ordinary means, I would simply drop it in the garbage, but I owe it to an absent-minded or neglectful somebody to try to return this odious verbal diarrhea to him unharmed and in as good a condition as I found it.  I shall therefore tape a simple, visible found notice to the bus stop, with my phone number.