I’m a sucker for cryptozoology, which is not to say I believe in Big Foot–just that I’ll almost always read a newspaper article on the subject (see my Nessie post, below). Or a take interest in a novel. A few days ago, I picked up a copy of Meg, by Steve Alten. It presumes that the megalodon shark (think great white shark, only much bigger) survived its presumed extinction. In the book, of course, one of these “jurassic sharks” turns into a rogue killing machine, and it’s up to the heroes to stop it. Not an outstanding book by any stretch, but ideal for lazy summer reading. At any rate, there was a wonderful laugh-out-loud moment for me. At one point, our fearsome Meg, after killing several dozen people, swims into a federal marine sanctuary off the California coast. So what happens? A judge declares it a “protected” species and can’t be killed. Isn’t that a perfect caricature of judicial liberalism?