The events at this blog over the last few months have greatly displeased me.
Then again, our President’s betrayal of his conservative roots and his pitiful, liberal nominees Roberts and Miers have left me distraught. Furious, one might say.
Those who know me know my conservatism was earned during the trying years of undergraduate education while attending a liberal university in New York. Many of my close friends have heard the private chronicle of my pain through those years, but since moving on to bigger and better things I have had adequate time to reflect.
In short, here is my response, generated from months of silent observation, to what (I refuse to dignify him with either of his ridiculous monikers) calls the “Yale Blogosphere”, though I am an obvious example of why such a name is inaccurate:
The only one of you with an occasional ounce of sense is Finnegan. When I learned he was blogging for Reason, I took notice. Though I’m not always in support of some of the radical agendas those folks propound, they have their heads screwed on right, as does Koffler/Finnegan, with his sound support of property rights. How he tolerates that sacrosanct hypocrite Andrew Sullivan, I’ll never understand. Give me Buckley, give me Brooks, for God sake, give me the revolting Paul Begala (a great indirect aid to the conservative cause). His co-contributor Jeremy is insane, another empty articulator of mindless Marxist and Derridean abstractions.
Moving on, I must say that the quality of Delino DeSheilds has greatly diminished since the switch to “delinodeshields.com”. The one moderate voice among them, Eric, has stopped posting long ago. His appreciation for the logical purity of chess mirrors my own love of the Cheney world view. His presence is sorely missed. The Dan/Tom experiment is but another horrific example of the kind of joint-personage all conservatives in their hearts must recoil against. For the true conservative, the individual, not the collective, must be the sovereign unit.
Hidden Hand cannot be taken seriously, on any level.
I am Justice is hopelessly blinkered, idealistic, and absurd.
Salam has so little viable political content it barely merits comment, but I will say that at the very least, I don’t trust it.
The rest of you have a lot of work to do. Mulatto Jesus mixes discarded Actual God material with bland liberal commentary in a way unseen since the hey-day of Nostradamus.
While on the subject, let me remark that I find Nostradamus’s fake retirement and re-emergence as Nosferatu completely stupid and aesthetically bankrupt. He acts as if the idea of alternative identities is in any way original, while any good student of literature knows this has been a commonplace of fiction and drama for centuries.
In a final condemnation, I must say that Lester’s brutal mix of humor and vulgarity is not as brilliant as some of his shocked adherents might wish to believe. In fact, the man is a fraud, little more than a subtle admixture of Hidden Hand and early Dan Berger. His beating the dead horse that is Jason Congdon style of humor, along with his “subtle” use of the Nabokov novel “Pale Fire” is beyond all else over-weaning. Ask yourself: Does such a person really belong? I think, after some reflection, one will realize that the answer is yes. However, where Lester belongs, is uncertain. My suggestion would be the depths of Hell.
This is what I have to say to you. Heed my warnings if you have any faith.