Wednesday, February 07, 2007

An old flame-broiled whopper Do you remember the first time you had your ass handed to you online? I do. I can't even recall what the subect was or what was written but I never forget a pseud. It was NTood. It was on Table talk...maybe 1998 or '99. I made a careless comment and this kid lit me up, but good.  I respect that sort of thing, it's betrays a clear head under rhetorical fire. An interesting character, a nice kid, too. I logged off that night without my customary last words, I'd already said too much. Sans culottes, as the French say; without pants. One need only to survey the damage out on the blogosphere as lone wolves stalk blog the celebrity blogs, scaring the life out of their herds of mindless contented readers, the mobs of snarky commenters roaming the bandwidth, looting blogs and magazines alike, left or right, to and fro, exposing innocent bystanders, small children, and snickering lurkers with the most incendiary of facts, the most painful of truths and some of the funniest cracks you'll ever read. Hot and fast, like good a pastabagel, whatever that is. Huffy vs. Joe Klein appears to be over. We have a another narrowly split decision among the eleven judges I regularly survey give Klein the edge. 6-5. His tortured, guilt-ridden reasoning process as to why he at some point wrongly supported the war rang true with many fairminded people. Bush lied and actively disinformed even the most sycophantic of the major media, as the stampeded press and public into their monstrous invasion of Iraq. Keep your eyes on the sparrow. Tomorrow, sick of the sausage grind, Tim goes in search of some sweeter meat.  Mike Todd and the Bobbins   2:06:26 PM    comment