One judges the cut of a man’s jib by the quality of his enemies.
Therefore, I reckon we’re doing pretty well.
Just yesterday Dymphna and I were talking about Pajamas Media (which, as you may know, we have joined).
I said, “They’re mostly going to cover the center-right, you know.”
“But what about Drezner, and that guy from the Nation?” she responded.
“Well, Roger and Charles are trying to balance things out. The thing is, we right-wingers are willing to share a forum with the lefties, but not vice versa. Their comrades won’t allow it; it’s considered treason.”
It turns out that my words were prophetic. Take a look at this cute little post by the renowned James Wolcott, entitled Pajama Bottoms:
|I recognize that it is not always easy to be fastidious about the company one keeps. You can find yourself being introduced to the most awful ogre at a party, someone who may regard you with equal disdain, forced to shake hands and grimace a smile because refusing to do so would provoke a “scene” that could wend its way into Page Six. Or you may find yourself at a dinner party adjacent to someone you vowed you’d never be trapped indoors with again, all because the host or hostess conveniently “forgot” to tell you Satan’s playmate had been invited.|
|Those things happen.|
|But I don’t understand why someone as politically keen as The Nation’s David Corn would lend his name to the editorial board of Pajamas Media, the greatest assembly of conservative deadbeats since Jonah Goldberg’s last fondue party. What an illustrious roster of ideological utensils make up Pajamas’ masthead: Michael Barone…John Podhoretz…Tim Blair…and this inveterate stirpot, whose presence all decent men and women should shun until proper disinfectant can be found. By allowing his name to be slated on the editorial board, Corn is letting himself be used as a figleaf enabling Pajamas to pretend that it’s a bipartisan effort instead of what it so flagrantly is, a neocon popstand.|
|Does Corn really want to be associated with fun blogs like Little Green Footballs and Gates of Vienna (“At the siege of Vienna in 1683 Islam seemed poised to overrun Christian Europe. We are in a new phase of a very old war”)? I guess he does, because he’ll be appearing on a panel at Pajamas’ gala conference in November in Manhattan, where Roger L. Simon and company will break out the ginger ale and announce their new monicker. Then everybody will adjourn to invade Syria, if they can arrange transportation.|
We’ve arrived! James Wolcott despises us! O, frabjous day!
You can’t tell from my snip of his screed, but there was a hot link on our name in there — he’s sending us traffic!
I was so tickled by this that I danced with glee. I tell you, I ambled up and down with shallow jesters and rash bavin wits!
It’s too much.
James, my dear fellow, the freight train is coming full speed down the track at you, but you’ve got your back to it.