Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone/Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone/Silence the pianos and with muffled drum/Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come/ for I find myself in singular agreement with Jonah Goldberg/even if Jonah, in the way he puts it, can't be superb:
It is inconceivable to me that if a Fox News host got his beer-muscles on like this in defense of Bush, he and his colleagues at MSNBC would be freaking out about it for weeks.
Goldberg meant to say that it's inconceivable to him that Lawrence O'Donnell and colleagues would not be freaking out for weeks. But, whatever. We can't expect both lucid thinking and lucid writing from Jonah. He did, however, in this instance manage the first.
I happened to catch about the last 15 minutes of O'Donnell's show last night, and I regretted it--the show, and the catching thereof. I felt embarrassment for O'Donnell, although he seemed to be enjoying himself to no end, strutting and puffing and chest-beating in his mocking schoolyard remarks, which were every bit as adolescent as Tagg Romney's had been.
Really, Lawrence, leave the kid stuff to the Bill O'Reillys and Sean Hannitys. It fits them much better.