Tuesday, November 15

"Invisible Twinks."

Now that he's finally come off the "Who is Trig Palin's real mother?" well-trod beat, Andy is apparently taking his outrage against PSU, Paterno and McQueary.

David Brooks counters, but old Andy is still busy winking ... and then explaining how he worked that particular magic.

Ben Casnocha explains how a writer can nod to insiders without alienating outsiders. He uses me as an example.

(Hint: If you're good at it, Andy, why so eager to flatter yourself and explain? That's the way my blog has always worked, and size honestly doesn't matter ... readership, paycheck, or otherwise.)

Now I wonder where this "keeping it real" meme was when he got popped for the marijuana in the national park? If he can admit to needing the hormone testosterone supplementary shots, what's a bit of mary jane admission between reader-friends? Surely that would have made for some honest reading*, at least, before his lawyer got the charges thrown out which might have jeopardized his whole big gay marriage/citizenship rights thing....

I think he's deep in navel-gazing territory today though:
Only in Washington could such a half-baked, narcissistic, know-nothing blowhard be regarded as an intellectual.

I know he's benefitted from the HIV poz status, and the PC untouchable gay man thing, in general. We feel sorry for those types, or did past tense, and it clouds the honest thinking.

But honestly? Don't we all wonder on what day this pretense -- his ongoing act -- catches up to him? I say sooner, rather than later, myself...


* and an original concept for his blog too. Instead of just "picking up" features from others, and cheapening them to fit his own needs. Ever wonder how many "View from your Window" picture books he got stuck with -- what a book idea that one was, eh? Can't give 'em away as prizes quick enough...
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Sooner, rather than later.
I'd bank on it myself. These things one day catch up to one, everyone knows... (and I'm not talking the contagious virus here, either.)


ADDED: If I had to diagnose his problem myself? I'd say much of it rests in the fact that, outside of the Internet highway, Sullivan simply can't drive. He's limited like that. So he plays a bully online, and spends far more time travelling those paths than getting out experiencing real-world America.

Which engenders sympathy mostly, at first. But then again, the narcissism and utter lack of honesty will catch up to him, like a renegade virus really, except one that can't be contained even with American medical know-how and a generous insurance plan, based on premiums that others are helping subsidize, but by choice currently.

Let's hope the Supreme Court comes through for the healthy and young, so they too aren't forced into the private insurance pool in order to involuntarily share the health risks that Andy was so eager to court in his younger years...

(Is that anti-PC to say, folks? Again, the day will come when we learn to speak more honestly ...)