Pierce. Altercation. Slacker Friday. The former’s letter to the site’s end-of-week posting makes my week, week after week.
This is from today’s missive:
[B]y all the standards of objectivity I was taught in journalism school–the most basic of which was that, if you saw a man walking down the street with a bird on his head, you could report it without finding someone else to tell you that, no, what you actually saw was a bird walking down the street with a guy on his ass–there is no longer any reason to take the Republican party seriously.
[T]he fact remains that it was American conservatism that spent three decades throwing open the doors to the monkeyhouse–starting with the Goldwater campaign in 1964, moving along through the Reagan campaigns of 1976 and 1980, the NCPAC campaigns of that same era, the marriage of convenience with theocratic crackpottery, the Buchanan campaign against the first President Bush, the various exercises in lunacy aimed at Bill Clinton, the half-mad banality of Newt Gingrich, and the cult of personality that sprang up around the second President Bush. It’s a little late for delicate conservative intellectuals to ponder how it was that all that monkey poo ended up on the walls.
The serious people don’t lead in that party any more, and the leaders of it — Hello, Michael Steele — are not serious people. It is a major political party run now as an elaborate radio talk-show and completely in thrall to the maniacs who run actual radio talk-shows.