It frustrates me to no end because I can't help but thing Saussure is a charlatan, and that's a person who loves the early Foucault and Badiou and Baudrillard [1] but I'm not so sure about Dubord and Barthes and Derrida.
[1] ... as a guilty pleasure not in the "slumming" sense of Backstabbed in a Backwater Dungeon but that I feel that he, like Erving Goffman, brings out the spiritual desolation in me
