Thursday, January 29, 2015

Good news, everyone! I feel a very tiny disturbance in the Force

I never understood the cult of Andrew Sullivan. Not then, not now. Smart guy, somewhat interesting, but set loose a ferret in any decent college-town wine bar and you can probably flush out a half-dozen Andrews, most of them at least as capable of running a journalistic institution into the ground as he was. I guess it's a Beltway thing.

Whatever, he's packed up his blog and moved on, and I imagine the cult now stands staring at those points of light in the nighttime sky, wondering which one is him.

Well, the people who wish him good riddance are better reading, anyway.

My own distaste for him was locked in place five days after the attacks of September 11:
The middle part of the country—the great red zone that voted for Bush—is clearly ready for war. The decadent Left in its enclaves on the coasts is not dead—and may well mount what amounts to a fifth column.
Just five days after the attack. I watched some of the reasonably talented minds of my generation freak out and never come back. (Dennis Miller, please pick up the white courtesy phone.) And, a few years later, an apology unworthy of the name dishwater.

Point to an issue outside the Beltway where Sullivan left his mark, without using the words "fifth column," "Stephen Glass," "Ruth Shalit," "Bell Curve," "October Surprise," or "death panel." Go on. Try.

UPDATE: Robert Farley at LGM brings up a good point: more oxygen out there for all other blogs. Although p3 takes a less Highlander-esqe view of the process.

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