While I work on a new post (and by “work” I mean rolling various vowels and consonants around in my head, while sitting in the john in a posture similar to the one seen in the graphic for this batshit-insane blog), go read this awesome post by Ed at ginandtacos, which continues the emerging internet tradition of slagging Megan McArdle within an inch of her life. You really have to read the whole thing to get the flavor of it, but here’s a taste:
This…this article almost FJMed itself. I think the best way to enjoy this is simply to click through and read her original post. Read it again and again. Marvel at it. It’s like a time warp back to 2003. Remember 2003? Remember how awful it was? How 70% of the country thought this was a good argument? Six week war! Oil riches to pay the tab! 100 casualties, max! Well, I want you all to do something for me. Think of one person who you really, really wanted to punch in 2003 because this torrent of shit spewed so readily from their mouths. Send them this column. Fire off a quick email and let them know that no matter how hard the McArdles of the world pray that we will forget, we remember.
Ideally this would make him or her feel embarrassed – Megan, if you ever read this (and I sure hope you do!) I have no idea how you can look back at what you’ve written and do anything other than either die of shame on the spot (something roughly akin to Obi-Wan becoming a Force Ghost on the Death Star) or come to grips with the fact that maybe writing isn’t for you – but we know we are dealing with a kind of person so intellectually languid that he or she is incapable of feeling shame. Shame requires being intelligent enough to realize that you were wrong and, more importantly, that it matters that you were so incredibly wrong.
As I’ve mentioned before, calling out McMegan on her bullshit has become such a growth industry on the internet (see here, here, here, here, here, and especially here, for just a few recent examples) that, if she continues her current pace, by 2015 an entirely new internet will have to be created just to handle all the McArdle criticism.
Why does it matter? Why do we need to be reminded that McMegan is always wrong, about everything? Because she occupies some prime internet real estate, a highly influential blog on the on-line version of the Atlantic, a once-great magazine which was founded by giants like Harriet Beecher Stowe, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., John Greenleaf Whittier and James Russell Lowell, and which once featured writers like Julia Ward Howe, Mark Twain, and Martin Luther King. Unfortunately, the franchise is now owned by David G. Bradley, a wealthy neocon asshole who employs, in addition to McMegan, people like always-wrong, warmongering Israel-fluffer Jeffrey Goldberg (who Bradley enticed to join the Atlantic by bribing him with ponies(!) for his children), and squishy right/centrist Marc Ambinder (although, in fairness, the excellent Ta-Nehisi Coates also toils there).
If McMegan was an idiot on a blog somewhere, it would be easy to ignore her (besides taking the occasional pot-shot, for shits and giggles). But she has influence and pull way out of proportion to her actual abilities. She needs to be ridiculed, constantly, and with as much snark as possible. Fortunately, the internet seems to be up to the job.
UPDATE: Edited to include link about Jeffrey Goldberg’s magic ponies. What a fucking whore.