From Treacher.
Fainting couch time. Gleen thinks that a Byron York article title is so scandalous that it ought to draw a six-month right-wing moratorium over complaining about the incivilities of lefty language. When will he ever finish that book on the etiquette of ventriloquism? He’s just agape. Gob-smacked. His mouth’s just hanging open. It’s almost as though his face has become a 
Fagina Dentata!
It’s a phallus-free philosophy!
Amanda Marcotta!
Tom Maguire on TRex’s “How Dreams Die” post, icy violin edition:
WHY I’M YAWNING: TRex, posting at firedoglake, unwittingly delivers a “how dreams die” pre-epitaph to the Plame investigation:
Why It Matters (Plame edition)
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In the Antarctic, when scientists want to study the air, water, and weather of ancient times, they drill down into the ice and take a core sample, which provides them with a perfect cross-section of each epoch. The Libby case is like an ice core sample of the Bush Administration’s incestuous, manipulative, and deeply disingenuous relationship to the media and how they played the press like a concert violin in the run up to the catastrophic set of errors that is the War in Iraq.
We may or may not ever see Karl Rove in leg-irons and an orange jumpsuit, although that would be a delightful cherry on the cake, but what we are learning through testimony about the catty, back-stabbing world inhabited by our major media pundits is not only highly entertaining, but it should serve as a valuable lesson to reporters, writers, and editors who may ever be tempted to let their desire for access cloud their judgement in the future.
We needed a Special Counsel to conduct a two year investigation in order to demonstrate that Administration officials leak to favored reporters and that reporter’s notes can look like spaghetti?
I’m an educated man and I could have spoken intelligently to the habits of White House officials and the press which covers them long before this Administration even took office. Now, are these really the questions Special Counsel Fitzgerald was called here to answer? Judy Miller’s shopping bags and Matt Cooper’s notes? Please tell me that he has something more. Please tell me that the prosecutor has not pinned his hopes to a phone log.
Ahh, well. A quick trip down memory lane should revive memories of the real spirit of Fitzmas – little cherubs smiling as Fitzgerald indicted twenty-two members of BushCo, Rove in chains, Cheney in chains – those were happier, headier days.
Now, Fitzgerald has successfully demonstrated that government officials leak to and attempt to manipulate the press. Who knew?
By past Greenwaldian standards, that was downright terse.
Perhaps Señor Greenwald ought to have googled a bit before lunching for the…um…knees of Byron York. He might have found a few other examples of such intemperate wordplay; some apolitical and others amusingly ironic.
Gleen’s hackery makes me laugh. At least this piece of analysis is mercifully short.
Greenwald is popular because he provides endless rationalizations for the hatred of the left. On virtually a daily basis, he cooks up some straw man for them to attack. This makes them feel that their state of constant hostility and anxiety is proper and justified, and helps them continue to evade the fact that what they really loathe is themselves.
It is. Eminently justified.
Bwahahaa!
Bwahahahaha! Now I’ve got furriskey doing it!
Every once in a while, though, a straw man turns out to be real. Like that Arkin guy.
Um…that ought to have read “launching”. Or maybe even “lunging”. But lunching might have been amusing, too, if the wording had been a bit different.
I wouldn’t sweat it. Greenwald is in a huff, but I here Rick Ellers thinks it’s no biggie.
So it’s a wash.
I find it interesting that in a post lambasting the hatred oozing from the pores of their enemies, each and every comment has nothing but hate for their enemies oozing from it.
Every projector needs a screen, Eben.
That’s why solid-state plasma’s better.
The most humorous aspect of Greenwald’s writing is the assignment of psychological motives. . . from a man whose self esteem is based on the use of sock-puppets. Hilarious!
Oooo.
I think Glenn just wet himself.
And, really? That’s the only thing I see “oozing” around here.
Oh, you really need to put Maguire’s links back in. Because without them, that next-to-last paragraph just looks loony-tunes.
With them it looks loony-tunes, too, but in a different way.
But I suppose it’s all just because not everyone wants to jump on the impeach-Bush-and-Cheney bandwagon. It’s kind of a you’re-either-for-us-or-against-us mentality that…damn, just snapped the needle off my irony meter.
Hah. Criticism from Gleen about civility has to be one of the funniest “pot calling kettle, come in kettle, over…” moments I’ve enjoyed in the blogoscube… Having been the target of a shit email campaign from his readers and maybe some sock puppets, I suppose he does speak with some authority on the incivility question, at least from the ‘takes one to know one’ perspective.
The man strikes me as similar to the tart Oscar Wilde in a lot of respects. Except for his lack of wit, writing ability, deft touch, and humor. Otherwise, he’s really similar.
Even after Armitage has confessed and Novak confirmed it, these idiots still can’t see anything but Rove.
That’s how Greenwald writes? Christ, that’s poor.
It makes the sockpuppet thing even worse because there’s more of it.
I pointed that out in the comments at Gleens. It was, as all uncomfortable truths are in that place, ignored.