No one had better accuse RICHARD GOLDSTEIN of being a PJM shill, that’s for sure. Because let me tell you something: Them’s fighting words, baby!
And RICHARD don’t roll like that…*
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correction made. PJM has now correctly identified me by the preferred spelling of my name, “JEFF”.
GLORY BE THE SPEED OF THE BLOGOSPHERE!
I feel the organization needs to be careful not to oversell me as an important contributor.
Getting my name wrong is the first sign of very canny corporate campaign to keep it real, as the kids say.
Somewhere in Coral Gables, a man dressed in Dungeons and Dragons gear adds a name to his list and prepares to roll a twenty-sided die….
Look at it this way, Mr. Goldstein; the article could have read:
Google and the emotional appeal to Privacy,
Author: Some Jew
Or a sign of the high esteem in which you are held by your CORPORATE MASTERS!
SB: open
season on ducks
Richard Goldstein…I’ve met that guy. Kind of a pussy.
Not like his much cooler older brother, Jeff.
Just so the check is made out properly, or at least close enough you can cash it.
Man. I’m depressed enough right now to eat a stick of frozen butter rolled in flour and sugar and quickly deep fried.
Come on, dude, I get those two names mixed up all the time.
Chin up, Jeff. You’re one of the ten or so bloggers I’d pay to read in hardcopy. After I finished calling you a disloyal money-humping house negro every day on my blog for, oh, three months.
Better make that two sticks of deep fried buttersicle—and a side of man fries. Which, as most you know, are french fried potatoes made without the “french” or the potatoes.
Just chilled beef chili rolled in sausage casings.
So Richard…..do your friends call you Dick?
With hot sauce, right? If you don’t use hot sauce, it’s not really all that manly.
It’s important to feel manly when eating.
If by hot sauce you mean a shot of Single Malt Scotch dropped into a glass of Miller High Life rimmed with habanero pepper sauce, then yeah.
But if you’re talking about salsa? Feh. Real men don’t take naps in the afternoon, or wear super-wide brimmed hats and ponchos.
Best Overall Mega Blog
Protein Wisdom….31%
Roger L Simon……1%
Just sayin.
Insist that you be called Rich rather than Dick.
TW-income…heh.
You know, I once had a boss that consistently called me by the wrong name. I dind’t mind it so much until he started filling out my checks wrong. That was just too much. So I changed my name. The way I see it you can do what I did or you can contact Ronald Simon and Carlos Johnson, your choice.
I look forward to PJMedia’s next exclusive interview with Secretary of Defense, Skippy Rumsfeld.
I guess we won’t have Dick Goldstein to kick around anymore…
Well, it’s right there on slide 13 of the PowerPoint presentation…
And hey, if you think Richie Goldstein is is upset, you orter see the racket Michael Malkin is kicking up…
PJM is engaging in wishful thinking.
Open the door, Jeff—that’s what it’s for.
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