As she subs for a vacationing Putz (in the demanding role of posting inane one-liners) I am horrified at the extent to which Megan McArdle's rhetorical skills are indistinguishable from those of one of my undergraduates who slump in the back of the classroom in Ron Paul t-shirts. It does not go too far to conclude that she would be, at best, a fifth-string blogger at RedState (and more likely not a well-read blogger at all) if not for the fact that in the parade of the lame, halt, and ugly that is the right-wing media, the intended audience of doughy, balding white guys considers her fuckable.
It's really quite embarrassing how eager the right-o-sphere is to find shills who serve the dual purpose of telling the mouthbreathers what to think while serving as a cure for what I can only assume is an epidemic of erectile dysfunction among their sweaty ranks.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
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