I noticed Sullivan (& Quiggen @ Crooked Timber) were confused about "Big-L" and "small-l" libertarianism when they posted those comments. Queen Andrew is not amused by those who do not show proper deference, and attempts to paint them out of existence with a very broad brush. (Quiggen, BTW, still thinks Reynolds's apostasy is recent, even though Henley clearly states that Reynolds left the Libertarian Party years ago.)
Stephen Green's story of his affair with the Libertarian Party almost exactly mirrors my own, except that I've never registered as a Republican and voted for Clinton in '92 (I wasn't eligible to vote for Paul in '88). It sounds like Glenn's in much the same position, as are most of the libertarians I know personally.
Anyway, my favorite part of Andrew's post was where he attacked Reynolds for having supported the invasion of Iraq. That was just... special. Is this really the same Andrew Sullivan who, back in 2002, informed "Bush-haters" that they would have to choose between "supporting Saddam and supporting Bush"? The same Sullivan who repeatedly compared Bush to Winston Churchill -- before he started comparing Bush to Adolf Hitler?
Heck, most of the things he claims Reynolds supports are things Andrew really DID support until Bush came out in favor of the gay marriage amendment. Is there a bigger poseur in the blogosphere?
Thankfully, a little googling around reveals that most of the left-leaning blogosphere hasn't forgotten Andrews prewar hysterics and aren't letting him off the hook for them either. Why would they? He spent most of 2002 implying they were fifth-columnists.
I read Andrew's blog for a while, but got tired of all the photos of Abu Ghraib abattoirs he was putting up, so many that I emailed him and accused him of having a fetish about it, which mightily displeased him. *laughs* I thought he might be a Francis Bacon fan, perhaps.
You mean he actually deigned to reply to you, Bob? Or did he attempt public humiliation by quoting your email (anonymously, of course). Humiliation seems to be an integral part of many obsessions.
Actually, Randal, now that I recall, I used the word pathology instead of fetish, but the message conveyed was basically the same. Andrew emailed me with one of those veddy briddish "What pathology are you referring to, pray tell?" sneers. Since that was basically the point at which I stopped reading his rubbish, chose not to bait him further.
Yeah... but he used to think not only that Bush was awesome and torture, detentions, and war in Iraq were necessities of the war on terrorism, but that anyone who disagreed with him on those subjects was a bad person. He shifted to claiming that Bush is Hitlerian and torture, detentions, and the war in Iraq are horrible violations of all that is good and decent, and anyone who disagrees is a bad person. He achieved this without ever letting his aura of smug self-satisfaction falter. That's a special kind of pretentiousness that normal bloggers can't hope to achieve.
Does anyone ever read tc's rants? They are deeply weird. My favorite bits were the promise to "literally rape homosexuality" and the claim to have had sex with 60,000 women.
I still can't figure out if it is some weird kind of performance art or if he really IS mentally ill.
[Hannah Pitt approaches a Homeless Woman] Hannah Pitt: Excuse me. I said excuse me. Can you tell me where I am? Is this Brooklyn? Do you know a Pineapple Street or is there some train or bus I...? [sets down bags exaustedly] Hannah Pitt: I'm lost. I just arrived from Madison. [beet] Hannah Pitt: Madison? I took the bus I was told to take and I got off... well it was the very last stop so I had to get off and I asked the driver was this Brooklyn and he nodded yes. But he was from one of those foreign countries where they think it's good manners to nod at everything, even if you don't know what it is you're nodding at. In truth I think he spoke no English at all... which I think would make him ineligible for employment on public transportation, you know with the public being English-speaking... mostly. Do you speak English. Homeless Woman: [nods yes] Hannah Pitt: Well I was supposed to be met at the airport by my son and he didn't show. And I don't wait more than three and three quarters hours for anyone, so I should have been more patient... I guess. But is this... Homeless Woman: Bronx. Hannah Pitt: [confused] Is that The Bronx? How in the name of Heaven did I get to The Bronx? When that drive... Homeless Woman: -slurp... slurp... will you stop that disgusting slurping, you disgusting slurping animal, feeding yourself. What would it matter to yourself or anyone if you just stop feeding and DIED! Hannah Pitt: Can you just tell me... Homeless Woman: Why was the Koziuscko Bridge named after a Po-lack? Hanna: I don't know what you're talking ab... Homeless Woman: It was a joke. Hanna: Well what's the punch line? Homeless Woman: I don't know. Hanna: Oh for Petes' sake! [to the street] Hanna: Is there anyone who can tell me... Homeless Woman: [yelling to no one in particular] Stand further off you fat loathsome whore, you can't have any more of this soup slurp slurp slurp you animal, and I know you'll just go pee it all away and where will you do that behind what bush! It's fucking cold out here and I- [gulp] Homeless Woman: ... not right because I'm supposed to live in a tunnel. [to Hannah] Homeless Woman: You're not very funny. Have you read the propecies of Nostradomus? Hannah Pitt: Who? Homeless Woman: Some guy I once went out with somewhere. Nostradomus... prophet... outcast... eyes like scary shit, he would... Hannah Pitt: Shut up! Please stop jabbering for one minute and pull your wits together and tell me how to get to Brooklyn, because you know and you're going to tell me because there is no one else around to tell me and I'm cold and I'm wet and I'm very, very angry. So I'm sorry that you're psychotic but just make an effort. Pull yourself together and take a deep breath. [Homeless Woman stares dumbfounded at Hannah] Hannah Pitt: Do it! Homeless Woman: [stuggles to take in a breath] Hannah Pitt: Good. Now exale. [blows air out of her mouth] Homeless Woman: [Tries to mimic Hannah's exhaling with mixed results] Hannah Pitt: Now tell me how to get to Brooklyn. Homeless Woman: Hmmm... don't know. [Hannah slumps defeatedly] Homeless Woman: Want some soup? Hannah Pitt: Manhattan? I don't suppose you know the address of the Mormon Visitor Center. Homeless Woman: 65th and Broadway. Hannah Pitt: How do you know that? Homeless Woman: I go there all the time. Free movies. Boring, but you can stay all day. Hannah Pitt: Well how can I get there? Homeless Woman: Take the D train. Next block take a right. Hannah Pitt: Thank you. [Hannah picks up her bags and starts walking away. Homeless Woman dumps out the rest of her soup and throws the empty container in to a bin, startling Hannah] Homeless Woman: In the new century, I think we will all be insane. [Hannah hurries away as fast as she can] (Angels in America 2003)
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24 comments:
tc, you need to learn that no one will read anything when it's so long. Edit and post less than 200 words.
Wow.
I suspect a neatly slivered section of tc's medulla would fetch top dollar at medical research labs around the country.
Of course, I think the same could be said of a lot of the regulars here...
Ann, when did tc go from a blanket banishment to accept-with-less-than-200-words? An experiment?
Yeah, I bet you identified. What with the way you shrugged off his totally clueless assessment of your tongue-in-cheek post as "Not the best advice."
He was all up in your grill but you were like "Phh, whatever."
I noticed Sullivan (& Quiggen @ Crooked Timber) were confused about "Big-L" and "small-l" libertarianism when they posted those comments. Queen Andrew is not amused by those who do not show proper deference, and attempts to paint them out of existence with a very broad brush. (Quiggen, BTW, still thinks Reynolds's apostasy is recent, even though Henley clearly states that Reynolds left the Libertarian Party years ago.)
Stephen Green's story of his affair with the Libertarian Party almost exactly mirrors my own, except that I've never registered as a Republican and voted for Clinton in '92 (I wasn't eligible to vote for Paul in '88). It sounds like Glenn's in much the same position, as are most of the libertarians I know personally.
Anyway, my favorite part of Andrew's post was where he attacked Reynolds for having supported the invasion of Iraq. That was just... special. Is this really the same Andrew Sullivan who, back in 2002, informed "Bush-haters" that they would have to choose between "supporting Saddam and supporting Bush"? The same Sullivan who repeatedly compared Bush to Winston Churchill -- before he started comparing Bush to Adolf Hitler?
Heck, most of the things he claims Reynolds supports are things Andrew really DID support until Bush came out in favor of the gay marriage amendment. Is there a bigger poseur in the blogosphere?
Thankfully, a little googling around reveals that most of the left-leaning blogosphere hasn't forgotten Andrews prewar hysterics and aren't letting him off the hook for them either. Why would they? He spent most of 2002 implying they were fifth-columnists.
Revenant -
Do you have a link to Steven Green's story?
John: Stephen's story is here.
I read Andrew's blog for a while, but got tired of all the photos of Abu Ghraib abattoirs he was putting up, so many that I emailed him and accused him of having a fetish about it, which mightily displeased him. *laughs* I thought he might be a Francis Bacon fan, perhaps.
Is there a bigger poseur in the blogosphere?
He has some pretty stiff competition, I think.
You mean he actually deigned to reply to you, Bob? Or did he attempt public humiliation by quoting your email (anonymously, of course). Humiliation seems to be an integral part of many obsessions.
Actually, Randal, now that I recall, I used the word pathology instead of fetish, but the message conveyed was basically the same. Andrew emailed me with one of those veddy briddish "What pathology are you referring to, pray tell?" sneers. Since that was basically the point at which I stopped reading his rubbish, chose not to bait him further.
He has some pretty stiff competition, I think.
Yeah... but he used to think not only that Bush was awesome and torture, detentions, and war in Iraq were necessities of the war on terrorism, but that anyone who disagreed with him on those subjects was a bad person. He shifted to claiming that Bush is Hitlerian and torture, detentions, and the war in Iraq are horrible violations of all that is good and decent, and anyone who disagrees is a bad person. He achieved this without ever letting his aura of smug self-satisfaction falter. That's a special kind of pretentiousness that normal bloggers can't hope to achieve.
Why do any bloggers of note pay any attention to Sullivan at all?
Wow. This discussion could have taken off in a whole different way. But it didn't. What a shame.
What direction were you thinking of, Reader? Conversations change.
If you want the conversation to go in a different direction, take it there yourself.
And tc, you've got to follow the 200 word rule
I catch your drift, Reader. Which "that" is Ann identifying with? The "saying lots of silly things" or the "not paying attention"?
Is it possible that Andrew says these things with the precise intention of generating traffic to his blog? If so, perhaps it is time to ignore him.
Does anyone ever read tc's rants? They are deeply weird. My favorite bits were the promise to "literally rape homosexuality" and the claim to have had sex with 60,000 women.
I still can't figure out if it is some weird kind of performance art or if he really IS mentally ill.
Andrew is 100% correct about Glenn and 100% wrong about Ann.
[Hannah Pitt approaches a Homeless Woman]
Hannah Pitt: Excuse me. I said excuse me. Can you tell me where I am? Is this Brooklyn? Do you know a Pineapple Street or is there some train or bus I...?
[sets down bags exaustedly]
Hannah Pitt: I'm lost. I just arrived from Madison.
[beet]
Hannah Pitt: Madison? I took the bus I was told to take and I got off... well it was the very last stop so I had to get off and I asked the driver was this Brooklyn and he nodded yes. But he was from one of those foreign countries where they think it's good manners to nod at everything, even if you don't know what it is you're nodding at. In truth I think he spoke no English at all... which I think would make him ineligible for employment on public transportation, you know with the public being English-speaking... mostly. Do you speak English.
Homeless Woman: [nods yes]
Hannah Pitt: Well I was supposed to be met at the airport by my son and he didn't show. And I don't wait more than three and three quarters hours for anyone, so I should have been more patient... I guess. But is this...
Homeless Woman: Bronx.
Hannah Pitt: [confused] Is that The Bronx? How in the name of Heaven did I get to The Bronx? When that drive...
Homeless Woman: -slurp... slurp... will you stop that disgusting slurping, you disgusting slurping animal, feeding yourself. What would it matter to yourself or anyone if you just stop feeding and DIED!
Hannah Pitt: Can you just tell me...
Homeless Woman: Why was the Koziuscko Bridge named after a Po-lack?
Hanna: I don't know what you're talking ab...
Homeless Woman: It was a joke.
Hanna: Well what's the punch line?
Homeless Woman: I don't know.
Hanna: Oh for Petes' sake!
[to the street]
Hanna: Is there anyone who can tell me...
Homeless Woman: [yelling to no one in particular] Stand further off you fat loathsome whore, you can't have any more of this soup slurp slurp slurp you animal, and I know you'll just go pee it all away and where will you do that behind what bush! It's fucking cold out here and I-
[gulp]
Homeless Woman: ... not right because I'm supposed to live in a tunnel.
[to Hannah]
Homeless Woman: You're not very funny. Have you read the propecies of Nostradomus?
Hannah Pitt: Who?
Homeless Woman: Some guy I once went out with somewhere. Nostradomus... prophet... outcast... eyes like scary shit, he would...
Hannah Pitt: Shut up! Please stop jabbering for one minute and pull your wits together and tell me how to get to Brooklyn, because you know and you're going to tell me because there is no one else around to tell me and I'm cold and I'm wet and I'm very, very angry. So I'm sorry that you're psychotic but just make an effort. Pull yourself together and take a deep breath.
[Homeless Woman stares dumbfounded at Hannah]
Hannah Pitt: Do it!
Homeless Woman: [stuggles to take in a breath]
Hannah Pitt: Good. Now exale.
[blows air out of her mouth]
Homeless Woman: [Tries to mimic Hannah's exhaling with mixed results]
Hannah Pitt: Now tell me how to get to Brooklyn.
Homeless Woman: Hmmm... don't know.
[Hannah slumps defeatedly]
Homeless Woman: Want some soup?
Hannah Pitt: Manhattan? I don't suppose you know the address of the Mormon Visitor Center.
Homeless Woman: 65th and Broadway.
Hannah Pitt: How do you know that?
Homeless Woman: I go there all the time. Free movies. Boring, but you can stay all day.
Hannah Pitt: Well how can I get there?
Homeless Woman: Take the D train. Next block take a right.
Hannah Pitt: Thank you.
[Hannah picks up her bags and starts walking away. Homeless Woman dumps out the rest of her soup and throws the empty container in to a bin, startling Hannah]
Homeless Woman: In the new century, I think we will all be insane.
[Hannah hurries away as fast as she can]
(Angels in America 2003)
Funny, just the other day I was thinking that life's too short to pay attention to faux-libertarians who shill for the right wing.
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