I’m beat. Dead tired, wish-I-were-still-young-enough-to-do-coffee-and-cigarets-all-night beat.
Nevertheless, last night I asked a favor of bloggers and readers, and now I have to hold up my end of the bargain. I asked folks to fisk this evil bit of nonsense Harold Meyerson wrote yesterday — and, man, did folks deliver.
NOTE: I love nonsense. Monty Python will always tickle me like no one else, except perhaps their Canadian cousins, The Kids In The Hall. Nonsense is fun and funny and silly — and yet sometimes, it can be evil. Meyerson pegged that needle yesterday, but I didn’t have the time or energy to take him on myself.
So. Here are the fisks.
Monica White knows from evil nonsense, and delivered up a perfect fisking. Read it — it’s required.
Francis Turner performed his very first fisking, but you’d swear he’s a pro. I might already have linked to his piece, but I’m in no condition tonight to check. So click on over, even if you might have read it already — I’m sure he’d appreciate the traffic.
Tim Worstall’s blog is new to me and is probably new to you, but the man knows how to fisk. (OK, I’d have included more sexual allusions, but that’s just me.)
Finally, how can you not click on a fisk by Atilla the Hun? The name alone makes me think of my recently-departed grandfather, who always described his politics as, and I quote, “two steps to the right of Atilla the Hun.” Or, back when he still drank scotch, “Atilla the hun was a goddamn Democrat.” So click on over already.
If I missed anyone, please email me. I can’t promise to reply before, say, lunchtime tomorrow, but I’ll give it my best.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to watch a little Will & Grace on the TiVo then try to catch up on some sleep.
See you in the morning.
UPDATE: I used to read Banana Oil regularly, but got out of the habit. My loss — the man still knows how to perform a full-frontal fisking.