I’ve got no particular beef against Joe Rago, to whose doltish antibloggist op-ed in the WSJ we’ve shown our hobnails. He was the Dartmouth Review editor, and, who knows, my buddy Joe Malchow at Joe’s Dartblog may know him. I suppose that if we went out for a beer, we might find we agree on a good many things, and after a few of them it’s possible he might even begin to express himself in cogent American English. However, it’s fun reading Hewitt twist him gently into a pretzel, so if that’s your bag, I direct you here.
Master Rago is a mite pretentious for the tender age of 23, don’t you think?
Oh, my. It’s going to take ages to unravel the J school knots dear Joey is caught up in. Unless we go the Gordian route…
Well, he was stitched up like a kipper wasn’t he?
You have to ask yourself what he studied at Dartmouth and how he managed to graduate from there evidently incapable of sustaining whatever point it was he thought he was making in his own original piece.
I think you are being overly tolerant, Dan. Must be a seasonal aberration.
We have been more or less out of touch for a couple of days down here owing to a blown 13 amp fuse somewhere off Taiwan. What we used to call an Act of God.
Crosses self, sniggers nervously. I do believe in the triumph of science really
Well, furriskey, I’m showing a little forebearance because he’s from my alma mater. It just means that I’m going to smack him around more nicely. As Jeff opined, I think he got a bit eager for his 15 minutes. Twerp.
Heard about that business in Taiwan. If it were here, the trial lawyers would be busy trying to depose the Supreme Being.
Well, now we know that it’s not all that hard, apparently, to get into Dartmouth.
I kid!
Rago’s just confused. I was confused when I was 23, too, although considerably more heavily armed than I suppose he is. Presumably he’ll grow out of it. If not, he’ll become Jimmy Carter or Dan Rather or something.
Is there any other way to look at history?
I’d really enjoy having a pointed discussion or two with Hewitt. Just, no transcript. Please.
Rago needs to save a copy of his because there is alot to be learned there.
Yes. Without vanity.
Something about writing, maybe? Events, recorded, written aboutâ€â€that’s the essence of the thing, surely? “Finding out what’s happening and describing it”â€â€something like that? Of course not.
Rago, Bender of History. Or Breaker. It’s hard to tell what he means, except “I repeat nonsensical catchphrases.”
I had thought that mouth-shitting scientific-sounding nonsense you yourself don’t even understand fell out of favor as a form of literary bully-rhetoric before he even got to college. But now I realize that my mental Dartmouth is refracted through my own fantasies of a steam-ironed future where The Prism of the Unfolding Present is the Yes Christmas album, not a phrase actual living douchebags say without ironyâ€â€and have people pretend it means anything.
I like to think of journalism as more of a prison of unwitting idiots.
But that’s probably because a surprising number of people on the local newspaper’s editorial board and news producers at the local tv stations either: can’t spell; can’t reason their way out of a wet paper bag; or both.
Jim, the trouble with that definition is, so many idiots, especially in journalism, are that way by choice.
Rago is still a tad naive, but as he learns more, he’ll have to choose to be an idiot, or find another line of work.
I see what you’re getting at, McGehee, but I’m just applying The Long Knife Approach and Occam’s Razor to the locals. I’d type up an example, but I’m feeling too lazy right now.
I’m just guessing that Rago won’t see his penis until the next year, it being far too embarassed to be associated with him right now. Perhaps the finest game of twister I have ever seen and there was only one player on the mat
I heard the interview live and Hugh rolled out the smooth, experienced prosecutorial “ah just want ta ask a few simple questions, just so we can find common ground, y’know” and then proceeded to fillet Rago like sushi chef with a $400 slab of toro.
Reading the transcript, I thought the most amusing part was that Rago didn’t regret a thing. That is one sharp knife.
Good point. I was an insufferable twerp between the ages of 14 and 18, but the realisation that sergeants tended to knocjk your teeth down your throat however clever your argument taught me the wisdom of the early and sincere apology.
Rago would have recovered a degree of respect if he had said, “Look, I ran off a quick piece without giving it much thought. Looking at it now, I really regret it. I won’t do it again. Can we forget it and move on?”
But no. He says he has learned from his mistakes and can repeat them perfectly. ht Peter Cook
HH’s interview unfolded like a delicious murder mystery, the victim drifting down a dark alley, having no idea what was about to happen to him.
I didn’t know jack at 23, and neither does Joe Rago.
heh, I was at least smart enough to marry an older guy. ;D then again, us womens are more mature, generally speaking.
your comment made me laugh Harry, thanks.
Sweet quote. Thanx.