The Editors, pitch-perfect:
I find myself pointing out yet again that responding to the melodrama and anti-blog hysterics coming from The New Republic/NY Times Select/Washington Post editorial page Axis of Declining Circulation - or “the fever swamp”, as I affectionately call it - is TEH BORING .
I have to admit that Sunday afternoon I gave some consideration to answering David Brooks piece, but I realized that the one and only thing I had to say was, "How does this Kos shit rate a NY Times column?" Which is a question at once too easy and too difficult to answer.
On the other hand there's the slow-simmering question, "Who gave Markos the book deal?" This guy has the political instincts of a petulant child, and the unshakable self-confidence of Ana Marie Cox without the marketable ass. It's not just the matter of asking a group of people--a group who were about as likely to go after the Armstrong story as they are to take the latest WMD story seriously--to lay off. It's not even getting caught doing something foolish then getting truculent about it, same as he did with that "Let's throw the womenfolk off'n the wagon an' see if that slows the wolves down," business, although if you can't stand to look at a shiner the next day either learn to box or get out of the ring. No, it's the whole "Progressives, and everybody who got a free drink at YearlyKos, are under attack!" thing. Which gave me visions of someone his size claiming credit the next time a Democrat happens to win a national election. Fuck dat.
2. Right Blogtopia
The New American Revolution (must they always talk like this?) begins July 4 at Townhall. Thanks to reader responses, the New Revolution will feature podcasts by the likes of Mike Gallagher, Dennis Prager, Michael Medved, and Hugh Hewitt, and will also offer free blogging services, where everyone will be able to join the blogging ranks alongside Mike Gallagher, Dennis Prager, Michael Medved, and Hugh Hewitt.
Pinch me, I'm dreamin'.
3. And a Personal note
That funeral last weekend was for my mother's husband, (not, as he was referred to several times, my step-father, since we didn't have that sort of relationship). He married my mother when they were both in their sixties. He was a fine fellow and a brave cancer fighter. May he rest in peace.
It wasn't until his death that we learned my mother has been getting treatment for senile dementia for the last six months. Her short-term memory is fritzy, and she's paranoid. Everyone is stealing from her. Naturally recent events have not helped matters.
She goes to the doctor Wednesday. In the meantime she's been staying at my sister's. Wednesday she'll come stay with us for awhile. Assisted living is obviously in the near future.
So I don't know if blogging will be light for a while, or if I'll be typing away furiously whenever I get the chance. Patience, they say. Lots of patience. Unfortunately she didn't give birth to a patient man. We'll see how well he learns.