Change I can believe in.
If true, I would have to rate these six words as the happiest to be published by the New York Times as a result their own actions in the last year:
"This is William Kristol’s last column."
Of course, based on the Law of the Conservation of Villager Idiocy, I assume he has been let go to, oh, say, boss PBS, or take over as editor-in-chief at the L.A. Times, or run Citibank, or work part-time as the $175,0000/month rebranding manager for the Palin/Plumber '12 exploratory committee.
But for the next little bit I can dream that a just Universe has laced up its kicking shoes and finally, finally, finally punted this smirking, bestial, blood-soaked hack into the ranks of the unemployed and that the next we'll hear of him will be a mention in the Walton Family house organ as "Greeter of the Month" at the Sadr City WalMart.
By the way, one anagram for "Kristol's last column" is
"A troll mocks, insults"
"Mass Kill Lust Con Rot"
But then, you already knew that.