Daily Blague

When I picked up the Times this morning and saw the latest casualty figures from the Christmas Tsunami, all I could think of was the Wizbang post that I couldn't quite bring myself to write about yesterday; I thought I could get away with mentioning the site and faulting its English. The faultiness of the English is not interesting enough to warrant gawking, and I'm sorry to have suggested (if not in so many words) that reading it would be like listening to Florence Foster Jenkins. What I ought to have remarked upon was the stupidity of Paul-Whoever's post, the gist of which scolded blogs of the left for not "covering" the disaster as broadly as the blogs of the right have, allegedly, done.

I've been writing some, and thinking even more, about the importance of getting to know how the right thinks and why it does so. So I visit a site such as Wizbang with the idea of getting inside another person's mind. How naive! I come away fairly retching, having gotten instead inside the laundry bag full of his old socks.

Here goes: according to one of today's posts at Wizbang, liberals are "blind to irony." They fail to see the hypocrisy of lambasting the President for taking days to make a statement about the CT while failing to fill their own blogs with links to this or that disaster-related site.

This is so perplexing to me that I'm tongue-tied. For my part, I don't think much of lambasting the President for his silence. Every day that he holes up at Crawford is a good day for America. Insofar as "liberals" have used the disaster to point up yet again the President's callousness, I think they've taken a cheap shot. Far better would it be to ignore the man altogether. Complain about the things that he does, but let a glaring halo of silence surround his many lapses. Quietly knit them into a scarf, for a hopeful day at The Hague.

But I still can't reason with Wizbang. To pick up his statements is to be seized by the urge to drop them. By all means, read the stuff for yourself, if you can stand the note of chirpy childishness.

This is what we're up against. Yikes.