Over at Vanity Fair, more leftarded yellow journalism from the queen here.
Pathetic, really.
That overgrown tyke Dennis the Peasant, who has been trying to flag my attention in a most undignified manner, has certainly snagged my interest with reports of a rumored divorce between Pammycakes of Atlas Shrugs and Pajamas Media; it would be tragic indeed if this once-beautiful relationship, this marriage made in bedlam, had gone south, splitsville, over the falls, off the rails. But painful clues emerge. Her clubhouse no longer proudly boasts the Pajamas Media Network Blogger insignia (though with all that ugly crud running the lengths of her site columns, it's like scouring a flea market to find anything), and, as D the P observes, she's been verbally snuggling up to those poindexters over at Powerline--i.e., the competition. Perhaps she was flirting with defection to make Roger L. Simon so red-hot with jealousy that he could fry an egg on his head and then serve it to Michael Ledeen for brunch. I don't profess to know. But if Pammy and PJM have met a sad parting of the ways, whose decision was it to file for divorce? It's hard for me to believe Pajamas Media would want to deprive itself of classic stellar Pamela posts such as (actual titles) "Jihadis Behead Baby and Roast It" and "Rosie: Queen of the Pig People."
Bottom line, I left Pajama so that I could sell advertising. Make a couple of bucks. Hellloooooo. GUILTY OF CAPITALISM. I can't sell ads under my agreement with PJM but don't let the facts get in the way of your cheap little obsession. That washer woman just can't keep out of my drawers. The best was Big Pussy accusing me of snuggling up to the Powerline boys. Huh? They are a blog, they are not competition. They are bloggers not a portal of various blogs. And we were on a panel together addressing the Young America's Foundation.
I love that about Wolcott, he pretends to be in the thick of things in the blogosphere, jumping on that train as his quasi has been star fades. He doesn't know jack about the blogs. But he has the temerity to comment so authoritatively.
The pajama story is a non story. But don't tell the Queen, he/she might have to actually write about something substantial.
Hey Big Pussy, get a clue. Start writing about the beheadings, slavery, misogyny, oppression, hangings in the name of the global jihad. Believe me woman, your fat neck will be one of the first to go.
Keepin it real baby, from your substancialious blogger.
