I’m not in the mood to write all that much today. Fortunately, many others are having a great day, blog-wise:
The Poor Man brings much pain to Rush Limbaugh and John Podhoretz: It seems like a pretty common trait of bargain basement Bill O’Reillys like Podhoretz, doughy middle-aged heros of the editorial page, that they can bravely lecture everyone about the need for square-jaw’ed determination and fearless resolve when fighting to vanquish the many-faceted forces of Evil, but at the first criticism they start crying like whiney little bitches, and I’d really like to apologize to whiney little bitches for the unfair comparison.
TBogg, too, on Peggy Noonan’s strange sense of humor, among other things.
And while it’s not a blog, there’s also G. Beato’s profile of a 35-year-old ex-roadie in LA Weekly. He’s got his own promo line: 5000 words about sex, drugs, rock ‘n’ roll and porn. You know you’re going to read that. (Warning: Extra gross.)