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HITS DOWN IN HUFFLE CITY
Interest in Arianna’s Huffleblog has leveled off. Quick—add more high-profile opinionated celebrities! Anyone got a number for Mike Farrell, or the German chick who sang “Noiny noin luft balloons”?
My interest in Huff ‘n Stuff leveled off quite quickly too: at zero.
Posted by Mr. Bingley on 2005 06 04 at 10:59 AM • permalinkI never gave Huff ‘n Puff much creedance. It can fade away for all I care.
But please don’t take away Webdiary. It gives me enjoyment, it makes me smile. And when it comes down to it, it’s really about me and what I want. (That’s our neocon motto).
Posted by wronwright on 2005 06 04 at 12:18 PM • permalinkwronwright — Yeah, I thought that was you on the surveillance cameras at this event.
Susceptibility to Stockholm Syndrome is not a good quality in an aspiring minion to Our Dark Master.
As for Huffington, the problem is, all of that stuff is available from all the same people in every other medium at great great great great length, so what’s the attraction?
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2005 06 04 at 01:43 PM • permalinkAs seen at Alexa.com’s ratings, Huffingtonpost.com, in terms of reach, is lately doing—approximately!—
—twice as well as tnr.com (The New Republic),
—3/2 as well as Instapundit.com,
—as well as Lucianne.com or TheNation.com,
—3/5 as well as DailyKos.com, NationalReview.com, or OpinionJournal.com, and
—1/4 to 1/3 as well as FreeRepublic.com.I wish we could compare their costs.
I’m still waiting for Charo to opine on exchange rates.
Dreams die hard, I know. But one must hang on to them or otherwise face the Nietzschean abyss.
SMG
How’zat? Charo and Nietzsche in the same post. I deserve something for that, no?
Posted by SMGalbraith on 2005 06 04 at 07:20 PM • permalinkSMG — As long as you can still tell the difference…
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2005 06 04 at 08:13 PM • permalink(please note that the posting below is only for members of the Death Cult Called Neoconservatism; if you ain’t a member, scram to Webdiary)
Actually Richard, that wasn’t me at the speech. I’m in the last stage of training the Jack Russell terriers for Operation Tower of Pisa Take Down. Here’s the status report.
I originally kidnapped, er, recruited 110 terriers. Unfortunately all but 10 would only sit with tails wagging, tongues hanging out, and occasionally yipping. I saw no viciousness, no cruelty at all in their sad doggie eyes, and quickly concluded that they were not neocon material.
However, I am pleased to say that the 10 that remained showed considerable talent for committing a “terriers act”. Not at first I must admit. But in a field inspection, a surprise field inspection thanks to my minders who neglected to inform me that Karl Rove was coming for a visit thank you very much, our Dark Lord suggested that I assign each dog a nom de guerre from various commenters on this web site. I must say that once again our glorious leader has displayed his great wisdom and acumen.
It seems to be working because after assigning their names, the terriers personality changed substantially, dramatically, like Jeckyl and Hyde. For example, I assigned Rollie the name Dave S and a cruel perhaps even satanic look came over him. The poor little pup looked absolutely possessed. The same is true for PW, The Real Jeff S, blogstrop, and yojimbo. They seemed more than prepared for whatever action was needed.
But I must say that I became worried about the female terriers, whether they were the weak link in this plan and whether they were tough enough for the action. I mentioned my misgivings to Lord Rove and he suggested I give the females the option of staying back from the action and doing something girlish but supportive like communications or first aid. Oh I wished I hadn’t done that.
Achillea, Rebecca H, and Pixy Misa were not pleased, oh no, by what I thought was a completely compassionate offer. Their eyes squinted, they fur brissled, their teeth bared. Why? What did I say? At that point, cute Little Bootsie, aka Andrea Harris, pulled a knife out and chased me around my back yard for 10 minutes. It was embarrassing. It was only after I agreed that the female terriers could lead the tower assault that they allowed me to come down from my Japanese maple tree. Please note that I’m still trying to figure out whether Andrea got that knife.
My only other problem was when I made an error of assigning Spot the nom de guerre of Omar. As soon as this happened, Omar starting barking after every instruction I made. He seemed to be questioning my reasons and motives for the training and seemed to be making suggestions for alternative plans. At some point in all of this, PW and blogstrop started looking suspiciously at Omar, asking him who he really was. I stated that he was Spot, we all know he was Spot, he came to us as Spot. They didn’t seem to agree and said his collar looked very similar to that owned by David Heidelberg, whichever dog that was.
Next thing I know, the dogs had poor Omar cornered by the back fence, teeth bared, with Andrea again pulling out a knife (another knife I should say, dang where does she get those?). At that point, I pulled Omar out of harms way, pushed him outside the fence and shouted that he run for Margolia. The poor thing ran as fast as his four little paws could go.
The only other problem I’m having is with your namesake Richard McEnroe, formerly known as Popper. Little RM seems not to be following my instructions as well as could be expected. To be honest, he seems to be instructing me to perform tasks. I told him yesterday to shoot the rappeling ropes on our mock up Tower of Pisa (also known as the city water tower). He barked for me to do it. Thinking he needed a demonstration, I shot the rope to the top of the tower. I then ordered him to scale it. He barked for me to do it. Damn it, he barked for me to scale the rope, pull up the other team members, and the plastic explosives and charges. He remained on the ground barking the whole freaking time. Once I came back down from the water tower, he charged me and starting chewing my jack boots. Brand new jack boots I might point out.
I am not at all please with little Richard McEnroe.
Posted by wronwright on 2005 06 05 at 12:11 AM • permalinkGee, I’m impressed. I didn’t think the little guy was paying that much attention when I talked to him (“Now, Popper, Rule Number One: You have enlisted men for that shit…”)
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2005 06 05 at 12:34 PM • permalinkCurrency Lad — I’d like to see Waldo Pepper start blogging. At least he dropped Susan Sarandon out of an airplane…
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2005 06 05 at 11:08 PM • permalink
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