Counterrevolutionary Meditations

Strangely obsessed by blogging nemeses, and amusingly insouciant about their inability to comprehend literate writing, as evidenced by recurrent complaints concerning sentences written for audiences whose reading comprehension skills surpass the sixth-grade level, a blog collective the output of which is so self-adulatory, so cliquish, so self-referential and so soaked in ressentiment (Note to the anti-intellectual: this is a Nietzsche reference.) that reading it is about as enjoyable as watching a dog lick himself - All. Day. Long. - and still less enlightening: behold, O Reader, the wonders of the contra-conservative conservatives, who, by virtue of their morbid fixations, conjure before the mind's eye nothing so much as the image of the sort of lunatics one might find nattering on to themselves at the back of a city bus.

People with whom you would decline to ride, and at whose intended destination you would beseech a merciful God never to have to disembark.