I usually don't address these silly and supercilious attacks made on me by the Left, because I enjoy the fact that I so get under their skin. But this last one takes the cake. A post I had written early Wednesday morning en route to a school ceremony, on my iPhone via Siri plus inept thumbs during a bumpy cab ride, became notorious when my verbal shorthand was erroneously published; I had meant to hit "draft." BFD. Apparently my typos went viral.
Imagine that. Imagine Rebecca Schoenkopf doing an entire hit piece on this and Wonkette publishing it, wondering in her headline if I had had a stroke. I have produced 10 to 15 posts a day, seven days a week, 365 days a year, since late 2004 (how many individual bloggers are left today?) and this one is an issue, even though the subsequent entries I posted after that one were fine, free of typos -- the ones that I had meant to publish in the first place, and even though I corrected the typos in the controversial post soon after I realized that it had been published and was not in draft.
This is how I work. This is how I can produce the prodigious amount that I present at Atlas while handling the business of life. When you're an individual blogger, your ideas come all the time, and you have to catch them when you can. We all have our ways of working while we take care of other things we have to do in life, because an individual blogger has to handle everything. I have no staff, no assistants, no interns. Just me, myself and I. I challenge anyone to match my prolific output. And here's the thing: I love that post. I am making that post the basis of my column this week at World Net Daily.
As for Wonkette, let me understand this. Over 23,000 Atlas posts, hundreds and hundreds of articles, a weekly column, and two books, historic game-changing events including Rifqa Bary rallies, Ground Zero Mosque protests, annual counter-jihadist symposia at CPAC, bus ads defending Muslim apostates, taxi ads for honor killing victims, international memorials for victims of honor killing worldwide, the New York Times ad detailing the human rights abuses inherent in Islamic law, saving the lives of girls living in abject terror in homemade concentration camps, the media campaign to push back on anti-Jewish subway ads, the anti-sharia billboard campaign, not to mention creating and managing AFDI and SIOA, Atlas Shrugs and Pamela Geller twitter accounts (with over 22,000 followers), and six Facebook pages dedicated to fighting for individual rights -- this Wonkette does not find newsworthy. Pastor Youcef, Aqsa Parvez, Rifqa Bary, and Amina and Sarah Said, are so much shit on the shoe of Wonkette's Jimmy Choo. No. What's important are Geller's typos. What's news are Geller's typos. My, my. How large I loom on their not-quite-right psychological landscape.
Where is Wonkette? Where is Wonkette on jihad terrorism, honor killings, female genital mutilation, the Islamic death penalty for apostates, the Muslim persecution of Christians?
Hundreds of thousands of dead girls and apostates want to know. Hundreds of thousands of Christians in Egypt and Indonesia and Nigeria and Pakistan, and Bahais in Iran, and Hindus in Bangladesh and Pakistan, are calling all the fine young cannibals at Wonkette, and whispering to her that maybe there are some more important things in life than a few typos.
Uh, the misspelling of my name in the headline (and throughout the post) was .... rich. I wonder if Rebecca Schoenkopf was drunk or having a stroke. We won't mock her until we know for sure.