February fundraiser begins today [sticky; new posts will appear below; updated; Tuesday update]
– Which just happens to be my birthday, as well. Yay, me!
Now, aging generally puts me in a foul mood, I won’t lie. But this past year saw the birth of my second boy and the continued growth of pride I feel in my first, so I can’t feel anything but joy today, despite my determination to feel really shitty — not only because I’m getting older, but because my country has now very clearly lost its way, and it shows every sign of luxuriating in its unmoored state, having re-elected a radical President who even a certain California DDA has finally decided ain’t such a good fella after all.
And while it’s true that protein wisdom, which just recently entered it’s 12th year of existence, is still suffering a bit from the freeze-out that was orchestrated against it — based as it was on whispered lies, special pleadings, and private agreements among prominent right-side writers, many of whom I’d criticized in one way or another when I felt they were offering poor advice or advancing dangerous arguments — this past year has also shown a revival of interest in the site from certain quarters, as old readers re-discover us and new readers find us for the first time, not knowing that they’ve wandered into a cesspool of uncompromising (and unhelpful) Purity that brooks no dissent ever ever ever, (God Bless Sarah Palin and her Magical Uterus of Conservatism, amen).
So while it’s a sad reality that advertising has virtually dried up around here, it is also the case that pw — though weakened — has survived its banishment and is starting to make its way back to where it will one day, I hope, have to be reckoned with by those who have collaborated and networked to create an incestuous nucleus of sites that dominate the right-side narrative, an often unctuous GOP cheerleading squad wherein Visigoths and Hobbits are relegated to the fringe, and flaccid pragmatists in Beltway wannabe garb usurp the label of “conservative” and then hold conferences and summits in which they decry the fringy fidelity of the True Believers to hoary first principles, particularly when there are elections to lose!
The moral being, if you’re going to come after an outlaw, you’d do well to make sure you’ve killed him dead. Otherwise he’ll just find his way back to your town and start causing a ruckus all over again — which takes a little bit of shine off that star you wear on your chest.
Thanks to all of you in advance for your continued and constant support — many of you having been here for much of the 12-year ride. Your collective smarts and your willingness to disagree with me and with each other keeps the conversation lively and keeps all of us on our toes, intellectually speaking. For that I’m eternally grateful.
I’d also, in my advanced age, like to offer a special thanks to those old-school bloggers and personalities who never gave up on me, even when it was clearly the hip thing to do: Glenn Reynolds, RS McCain and Smitty, Doug Ross, Dr Melissa Clouthier, Sister Toldjah, Kat McKinley, Andrew Malcolm, Bill Quick, Cam Edwards, Mike Hendrix, Jim Hoft, Pamela Geller, Jim Geraghty, John Hawkins, Rob Port, Bob Owens, Jimmie Bise, Donald Douglas, Ed Morrissey, Kate, and others who I’m forgetting at the moment (and for that I apologize).
I like that one of the regulars here — leigh, I think it was — called me the Honey Badger of the blogosphere. It was in many ways a flattering description — not because protein wisdom don’t give a shit, but rather because I do.
But protein wisdom don’t give a shit who that irritates.
update: when I named old school bloggers who hadn’t helped banish me, I failed to mention Steve Green. A terrible oversight. He’s a good man.
Tuesday update: About half-way to my monthly goal. Thanks to all who’ve contributed to what Robert Reich my “indefensible wealth.”