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Saturday, November 05, 2005

Pray for David Corn

Not as stupid as going after Jim Wolcott

David Corn was seized by a case of the stupids and went after Jim Wolcott. Head shaking sadly, wondering why, oh, why would he pick a fight with a man who he should NEVER want to offend. I like Jim, he likes me, and I will do damn near anything to keep it that way. Why? Because, while a nice, gracious man, he's also a mean SOB who can cut you down with words like few others. Goldberg and Sullivan can attack me without so much as disturbing my tea making schedule.They mean nothing to me. Their words, as harmless as kryptonite to Batman.

But Wolcott? I would be vomiting and begging for mercy within minutes. God, I would not want that wit which could be the text book definition of rapier, and that anger, which rivals Jimmy Breslin's, turned on me. UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE. You shall see why below.

I will pray for your soul, David Corn, and hope you come to your senses......before it is too late.

Pajama Bottoms (II)
Posted by James Wolcott

It's rare that I extend a helping hand.

Not that I'm a churlish, selfish person. Far from it.

It's just that my gestures of goodwill seem to make most people wary. They assume I'm "up to something."

Yet my motives are pure, my intentions innocent.

So when I question David Corn's lending his name to a dubious enterprise like Pajamas Media, my purpose is to save him from possible embarrassment and shame. It's easy to fall in with the wrong crowd and have your reputation dragged through the circus sawdust.

Unfortunately, Corn fails to accept the spirit of Samaritan goodwill that made me wonder what he was doing consorting with this band of crumb-bums.

He retorts: "I look forward to a new Internet enterprise that seeks to promote varying views, even if the idea came from conservatives. And if James Wolcott, whose work I admire and respect, can bring himself to be associated with a magazine (which I admire and respect) that makes mucho bucks by placing Paris Hilton's jugs in front of our mugs, perhaps I can see if being associated with rightwingers will benefit this blog, my work, and my readers. If not, I'll be happy to chuck it all for a column at Vanity Fair. James, thanks for the vote of confidence."

"Jugs" is not a word I would have associated with Corn's word processor. Perhaps he confused Vanity Fair with another fine publication, whose editors would no doubt consider Miss Hilton's upper assets a bit on the dainty side for their audience's tastes.

To be fair, Corn is distressed by the late entry into the Pajamas board of supremeo political hack Cliff May and the odious Ledeen, and vows to fling ginger ale if the blog panel in which he's participating veers off into a war dance. But I foresee a darker scenario, something closer to The Masque of the Red Death.

Corn is going to be seated at the Rainbow Room listening to keynote speaker Judy Miller justify her journalistic debauchery and his eyes will begin to wander the room, the faces of his fellow board members and new comrades swimming before him...

John Podhoretz...Roger L. Simon...Charles Johnson...Michael Barone...May...Ledeen...Glenn Reynolds...Mark Steyn...Larry Kudlow...Dr. Josef Mengele...the ghost of Roy Cohn, chewing on a chicken carcass...

And his soul will utter the silent cry, Sweet baby Moses, what have I got myself into?

As the Rainbow Room whirls like a carousel gone berserk, flinging bloggers and waiters into the abyss.

So endeth my prophecy. I have done what I can, I can do no more.

Wow. Don't pick fights with people who can beat you silly.

posted by Steve @ 1:43:00 AM

1:43:00 AM

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