Obsession

2:37 pm EST February 5th, 2007 | News | 7 Comments

As he blogs from Hugh Hewitt’s lap, why is Dean Barnett apparently obsessed with me? I’ve got nothing to do with the issue at hand, and yet, there I am… talking about horses.

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7 Responses to “Obsession”

  1. Nimrod Gently says:
    February 5, 2007 at 2:41 pm

    There actually is a lot of interesting stuff in the left wing blogs. But some of the left-wing blogs serve as a vehicle for their authors to prove their ignoramus bona fides on an almost daily basis. I call this the Oliver Willis School of Blogging. For a wonderful example of this art form, check out Oliver’s mini-post regarding his indifference to the death of Barbaro. Ollie scolds, “The idea that so much ink is being spilt over a horse just kind of appals (sic) me.”

    …man can barely write articulately. Glass houses, Dean.

  2. jerry says:
    February 5, 2007 at 3:10 pm

    Oh come on, you’re an elitist latte drinking volvo driving horse hater, how is that not useful information to his reader?

  3. Nimrod Gently says:
    February 5, 2007 at 4:53 pm

    Doesn’t “Latte” just mean coffee with milk in? Don’t most people drink that?

    Rudi’s in, by the way.

  4. mdhåtter says:
    February 5, 2007 at 5:26 pm

    it’s tie envy

  5. Wilbur says:
    February 5, 2007 at 6:24 pm

    Dean argues that a good campaign blogger needs to be vapid, servile and unthreatening, then provides concrete proof of his own qualifications in those areas.

    Pretty nifty.

  6. August J. Pollak says:
    February 5, 2007 at 8:47 pm

    why is Dean Barnett apparently obsessed with me?

    Maybe he got confused and thought you were Amanda Marcotte.

  7. jerry says:
    February 5, 2007 at 9:44 pm

    Talking Right: How Conservatives Turned Liberalism into a Tax-Raising, Latte-Drinking, Sushi-Eating, Volvo-Driving, New York Times-Reading, Body-Piercing, Hollywood-Loving, Left-Wing Freak Show

    Jebus Oliver, you hate horses and you eat raw fish, and no telling what the hell you have pierced.