I was jolted by a disturbance in The Farce when I read this blurb in the gossip section of Tiger Beat on the Potomac (thanks Charlie) morning email thingie:
— Allahpundit is leaving Hot Air after 36,591 posts. He’s heading to The Dispatch. “Never forget, it’s not the 30 percent of Trump worshipers within the party who brought the GOP to what it is,” he wrote in his farewell post. “It’s the next 50 percent, the look-what-the-libs-made-me-do zombie partisans, who could have said no but didn’t. I said no. Put it on my tombstone.”
If you were around the innernets in the early 2000s, chances are good that at some point you crossed paths (or swords) with Allahpundit. I’ll leave our acrimonious history out of this post and just say enigmatically that we were never friends. Honestly, I blocked from my mind not just Allahpundit, but also Hot Air. I think I used to call it Hot Hair or Hot Mess. Innocent times.
If you cannot say anything nice, come sit next to me.
The old German aphorism, if there’s a Nazi at the table and 10 other people sitting there talking to him, you got a table with 11 Nazis, applies. Allahpundit was one of the 11 at the table that is Hot Air. Hot Air is of a pair with Red State in that it was founded by a bomb-throwing conservative, a blog just inches away from being full-on Stormfront. Both blogs, by the way, were sold to Salem Communications for a handsome sum giving their founders (the disreputable Michelle Malkkkin and disgraceful Ewick-son-of-Ewick) money to burn on other terrible projects. Rank degenerates, Malkkin and Ewic remain scoundrels and humbuggers.
But I digest.
If you read his final post (following the link from Tiger Beat), you will read some fiction /revisionism of heroic defiance, and a complete deflection and dereliction of duty: he never named and shamed the terrible humans he consorted with; he gave them a fig leaf of cover and maybe a bit of respectability in that his prose was grammatically correct, though clearly shallow and always in service of intolerance.
Allahpundit served on the board of Hot Air and so for years made his living providing cover for fascists and white nationalists and again that makes him one of the 11 Nazis at the table, so for him to now be bragging about his principled “I said no. Put it on my tombstone,” I agree with him: put it on his eff’ing tombstone, which cannot come soon enough.