Greetings from Brazil! I know my fellow right-leaning civil libertarian Jeff Goldstein is not a fan of Prof. Ann Althouse, so I am taking the opportunity here to fulminate against her scurrilous screed claiming that my rococo writing style turns out “endless massive blocks of overlong, tedious, unedited sentences,” which is clearly the unfiltered ramblings of a right-wing harpie who cannot appreciate the complexity of structure that allows for the expression of nuanced cogitation in a seamless flow that simply does not require punctuation of the sort the extreme reactionary Right seems bent on imposing for the benefit of the mouthbreathers upon the more sophisticated right-leaning civil libertarians in our country—and it is still my country where I should be free to express myself, no matter how much time I may spend in Brazil. Althouse’s foaming and insipid attempt at criticizing my blog probably has much more to do with the fact that she does not have a super-important New York Times Best Selling Book on the Bush Administration and its abuses of executive power, or one of the most-read blogs on the Internet after only nine months of blogging, the readership of which includes Senators who read from that blog at Senate hearings, and that her posts do not lead to front-page news stories in major newspapers in this country, by which I mean the US, rather than Brazil.
Good DAY, Althouse!
That picture always cracks me up.
Daddy, doesn’t Ann Althouse care that Sao Paolo is burning?
Mr McEllerson: I agree with you. Glenn Greenwald is the very Proust of the Progressive party.
Good day to you, sir!
Karl, that’s the first time that I have ever read a post and hyper-ventalated before I got to the end.
(blowing into paper bag) lol, great stuff!
(passes out)
You know, you’re absolutely right and anyone who disagrees with you is clearly just jealous.
Insecurity, thy name is Greenwald.
Well, one of your names is Greenwald.
Forgot to mention your attempt at a sentence of Goldsteinien length. It was a true work of art.
I think GiGi might have stole some of Goldstein’s stock of Lybrel during the move.
Greenwald? There is no Greenwald here! There is only I, most humble admiring syncophant to Mr. Greenwald and his awesome proseiness.And the smoke. LOTS OF SMOKE!! I CAN’T SEE!!!! HELP ME, GLEN!!!! (plop)
excerpts from “Sockpuppet in Virtual Beirut.”
He sat at the desk. The room was just a shabby part of his shabby existence, with tattered blinds casting dreary shadows on the floor, threadbare rugs strewn about like forgotten graves in a fog-besotted Scottish graveyard, and a grimy old sofa against a wall cracked with decades of neglect.
He read the sentence, absorbing it like an anteater might suck ants into its mouth, one or two words at a time, morosely chewing the building meanings until they might be adequately digested. His task, alas, as part of his punishment, was to diagram the thing.
He opened the drawer in the desk’s pedestal and withdrew a legal pad, turning it sideways upon the desk. Sighing, he began to write but soon paused, and a tear trickled out of his left eye. ”This,” he thought, “is impossible!” Pushing away from the desk, he opened the pedestal’s bottom drawer and withdrew from it a bottle of cheap scotch. He then opened the middle drawer and pulled out the revolver.
Lifting the bottle to his lips he growled out loud, “So this is how it ends!” and gulped the brown musty-tasting liquid lustfully and angrily. He then reached for the gun and placed it to his left temple. “Diagram this!” he shouted to the cobwebs and mice and flies and dust, pulling the trigger.
That can’t be Greenwald. The periods are too close together.
Or am I supposed to take two months reading that?
Geezer, your comment reminds me of a book my wife picked up to read last night. The first ten sentences began with the word “Away” and ended with exclamation points. Despite my demurral (demurrence?) she then began to read these sentences to me.
“‘Away to the Great Plains, wild prairie long since fallen prey to the plow! Away to the windswept lands of Manifest Destiny! away to—’”
“‘Away, out of my office!’ said the editor!”
She liked that.
And there you have it ladies and germs, i give you…GLENN GREENWALD IN ALL OF HIS PROSEANITY AND SHABBINESS!!!
Please, refresh often…
True, though I have a sneaking suspicion that someone other than Wilson has appropriated Wilson’s identity by posting in the comments here under his handle, as it should occur to anyone familiar with Wilson’s usual penetrating insights into all matters on the current scene—particulalrly those socio-political in nature –that it would be quite unusual for someone with his unique and sophisticated way with words to express that sentiment in such an atypically truncated manner.
Did you know that Glenn Greenwald had a NYTimes Bestseller, and that Russel Feingold quoted him on the Senate floor?
I absolutely DEMAND recognition of this fact.
Rick Ellersburg is a man of sophistication, of breeding, and, I daresay, of intellectual attainments to note so quickly adn yet with such precision that the typed words of this so-called Wilson on this bog-post’s comments do not quite meet the the length, the erudition, and the profundity of a true follower of the great, the prolific, the munificent, and yet for all that, the humble man-of-the-people that is the glory of Glen Greenwald – who has been quoted on teh senate floor and has a best-selling book, and is also extremely popular and the writer of a much-trafficked blog.
Good Day, Sir!
The only Wilson of all the wilsons – Wilson
(God, I need a drink.)
TW: british. “One can almost see Greenwald, in his favorite smoking jacket, a cheroot to his lips, as he composes another masterpiece of the English language (soon to be translated into the Portugese) for his adoring millions, all one-hundred percent Woolrich(tm), and all natural; unlike the commenters upon this cheap blog, who are at best, a mere poly-cotton blend…”
You have to give a nod to GiGi’s humility, he doesn’t brag about having a major role in an award winning film.
….Look….I got it already….No eyebrows….no banjo…. no Scottish highlander blouse to cover the microphone….wha… look behind me…. why…I…..holy shit…. my sock bottom is on fire…..you dumb shit…. this is supposed to be VIRTUAL!….VIRTUAL! you horses ass…..Alright you sorry piece of sound man scum….The Sockpuppet AGVA is going to hear about this and I promise you I…..
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…. end of transmission…..
As funny as this post is, it’s the title along with the graphic that almost made me swallow my tongue.
Thanks. Credit for the puppet is due Wuzzadem, though I actually have one I got as a gift years ago. And the mic holding suggested he should have the appropriate backdrop, much like Cokie Roberts wearing her winter coat in front of a blue-screen to pretend she was in front of the Capitol.