Jeez, a pile of readers are complaining that I should have invoked the film (or Kipling story) The Man Who Would be King in my column instead of Star Trek. A couple things: First, do you know who I am? Of course I’m going to go with Trek. Second, I love The Man Who Would be King, but the high priests of Kafiristan didn’t shout “Behold the God Who Bleeds!” There was just a lot of ululating and shouting, if memory serves, when Connery’s blood was exposed. I like onomatopoeia as much as the next guy, but phonetically writing out a lot of ululates (can I use that word as a noun?) and shrieks isn’t quite as pithy as, “Behold the God Who Bleeds!”

Okay, now I’m off to a speech at the Heritage Foundation, back later.