I hadn’t realized just how much of a nerdy-loser you had to be to read the comments on wonky Health Care blogs until just now.
First let’s get somethings out of the way: everyone knows that only losers use the internet. You, dear friend, are a loser, as am I. Almost certainly I am a bigger loser than you, but either way we have both failed in life. Those who succeed are out right now playing sports with “friends,” “mates,” or “chums” or walking in the park with their significant other or doing basically any activity on display in the Doublemint Gum commercials.
PROVEN: INTERNET FOR LOSERS
Second, Star Wars is nerdy- nay, geeky even- indeed, Star Trek is geeky, the band Stars is geeky! Anything with Star in the title should only be shamefully consumed in private, in the false dawn light, and you should be weeping, wishing that you could repent and be- what my father recently lamented I was not- “just a cool guy.”
It’s a fact that if you are a Trekkie or a fucking Han Solo fan, or even worse a Boba fett fanboi, you are going to die unhappy and alone, minging of Cheetos and flat RC cola.
PROVEN: “STAR-” AS PREFIX MEANS NERDINESS
So now we come to the point.
I want to thank commenter “bob” over at Ezra Klein’s excellent blog for this contribution to an interesting post on Klein’s favorite conservative bloggers:
Ape man nails it. Possibly the most disturbing (depressing?) part of this post is the way it foreshadows a future in which Ezra et al. treat people like McMegan with the same kid gloves the now-established media currently treat people like Brooks. Its like that scene in Episode I where you can see the seeds of Vader in a young Anakin.
My favorite part of this is how it is such a perfect model of both the virtues and vices of the blogosphere. On the one hand it is a salient point: that with the inevitable comraderie of bloggers in real life, objectivity in the interwebs will fall by the waste-side, the way it has in the MSM. But at the same time, before you can gtet to that interesting nugget you have to break rule you’ve ever known and shame your family by continuing to read something that begins, “Ape man nails it.”
The worst part is, I totally agree with “bob.” It is like that scene.
Damnit.
