Saturday, December 24, 2005
Oh sure the ladies of Pajamas Media PRETEND to be upset when incessant stirpot James Wolcott likens their knuckle-dragger diva dual to a Dynasty catfight, but if they didn't nurse a secret delight at the homology would they be resurrecting fashions from the era?
I think not.
I hope they're getting a nice chunk of that $7 million in wingnut welfare as the Mighty Wurlitzer goes full-bore into the blogosphere. The Saugeen stripper only made forty bucks for her labors, but then she didn't have to feign paroxysms of boob-clutching abandon over the nearness of Glenn Reynolds, either.