Jeffrey Goldberg on the firing of Dave Wiegel for what are, self evidently, bullshit reasons:
The sad truth is that the Washington Post, in its general desperation for page views, now hires people who came up in journalism without much adult supervision, and without the proper amount of toilet-training. This little episode today is proof of this. But it is also proof that some people at the Post (where I worked, briefly, 20 years ago) still know the difference between acceptable behavior and unacceptable behavior, and that maybe this episode will lead to the reimposition of some level of standards.
Jeffrey Goldberg wrote that. Jeffrey “Pull My Strings and I’ll Go Far” Goldberg. Warmonger propagandist. Likud apologist. Smear merchant. Shallow thinker. Lousy journalist.
But without a doubt toilet trained. Obedient. Properly supervised. Cautious champion of the wealthy and elite, deferential to power, obsequious to authority and prone to grovel like a good little doggy who doesn’t even need his wee wee pad anymore!
Look how proud mommy and daddy are, Fido.
June 25, 2010 at 3:13 pm
I’m reserving judgement on this until I hear from Lee Siegel and Richard Cohen.
June 25, 2010 at 5:48 pm
But remember: It’s THE LEFT that suffers from ideological rigidity, demands constant conformity, and routinely purges those who dissent.
June 26, 2010 at 1:21 pm
Jeffrey and Jonah, sittin’ in a tree…
June 26, 2010 at 1:46 pm
Jeffrey Goldberg is the main reason that I no longer subscribe to The Atlantic, after enjoying it for over thirty years.
McMegan, Hitch, and Easterbrook are three of the lesser reasons.
June 26, 2010 at 2:42 pm
I see that Purple Drank has finally reached the MSM. Leave it to The Editors to warn of its menace years ago.
http://espn.go.com/video/clip?id=5320623&categoryid=2378529
June 26, 2010 at 3:34 pm
Life has just got to be a bitch when the posters you have hanging from your walls of your crushes aren’t say, Shakira, or Biance, but Bill Kristol and the Jonah Goldberg, your 1/2 brother from a different skanky mother.
No wonder Jeffrey’s such an ass. Not only don’t either of those two have a nice melody that you can dance to, or an ass that makes you hot, YOU try jacking to pictures of Smug Bill and Fat Jonah.
Fuck, I’d want to invade any country, too, just to vent my sexual frustration.
June 26, 2010 at 3:39 pm
At his very, very best (which is still quite awful), Drudge is a political gossip-monger, the DC equivalent of Hedda Hopper.
He’s also clearly on one side of the political fence, and that’s why these unremarkable “journalists” are defending him against Weigel.
Frankly, I’m hoping that Drudge and his ilk will simultaneously and spontaneously explode, and soon. And that Peggy Noonan and Sally Quinn throw themselves into the ensuing fire in despair.
June 26, 2010 at 7:39 pm
Well, I guess this explains a few things!
June 26, 2010 at 11:21 pm
What. The. Fuck.
Orly Taitz, Queen of the Birthers, defending Dave Weigel, albeit in her own too-long-without-the-thorazine way? Now I’ve seen everything.
FWIW, I think this would be a vastly better world to live in if Orly Taitz decided to handle her emotional problems more responsibly, and set herself on fire.
June 27, 2010 at 4:31 am
While hugging Drudge.
June 27, 2010 at 10:06 pm
and while sitting on a gasoline-drenched dogpile comprising Karl Rove and Roger Stone and Grover Norquist
June 28, 2010 at 9:35 am
all underneath a rotating spit with Rupert Murdoch tied to it.
June 28, 2010 at 12:27 pm
And basted with sauce made by boiling Rush Limbaugh’s liver in battery acid.
June 28, 2010 at 1:15 pm
I vehemently disapprove of these exhortations to sadistic physical violence.
I think one hour a day 5 days a week for one year of watching/reading each others’ work should be sufficient punishment.
And no rentboys.
June 28, 2010 at 8:28 pm
I have kepy my personal feelings on the matter largely silent since:
a) The Editors are busy raising, apparently, a trained monkey,
b) no one gives a shit what I say anyway, and
c) I’M NOT WORTHY!!!!
but after seeing the likes of this:
I can remain silent no longer and must add my voice to the chorus of, uh, voices crying out for more Keyboard Kommando Komix. KKK!
These young kids with their vocoders and laptop digital editing suites are fine, but we must not forget the virtues and vices of mere photoshop hackery, the distinguished arts of a kinder gentler time when a dialog balloon was big enough to contain irony and wonder with well-kerned aplomb.
Selah.
June 29, 2010 at 7:29 am
Jonah has been called the doughy pant load so often that pointing out his potty training is now a matter of pride.
June 29, 2010 at 7:51 am
While the tag may be accurate, I do feel kind of mixed to see a great Dead Kennedys song attached to such an asshole of a person. I think this might be a case were the insult is “too good” to waste on such a person.
June 29, 2010 at 10:57 am
Perhaps, but then, what are DK lyrics for if not for ridiculing assholes?
June 29, 2010 at 10:41 am
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