Figures -- right after I admit to a certain affection for Althouse, that goofy-assed lunatic goes off the deep end and does something vile. So I don't like you anymore, Ann Althouse, ya dope.
I've spent more time pondering the question of just what the hell is wrong with Althouse than the question is probably worth. (Indeed, so have you, if you just read that last sentence, for whatever fraction of a second it took you.) She's clearly a nut, and has a passion for saying things that are obviously just pulled out of her ass, and then pretending they were all shit by God. But then she is the Lowes Home Depot Perfesser of Constitutional Drywall at the University of Wisconsin-Dumbass, so you'd think she would know, like, a thing, and then maybe another thing. But she never betrays such knowledge in her actual blog. This bloggy trainwreck of hers consists of the following:
85% -- confounding ruminations on reality TV emanating from someone who sounds like she's just been whapped in the head with a 10-pound sack of birdseed;
10% -- incoherent snivelling about imaginary slights;
5% -- bizarre attempts to provoke ridiculous blogwars based on total bullshit, and then interminable snivelling afterwards about how people are mean to her.
And that's it.
It has been intimated that Althouse is a "feminist." This is incorrect. She is not an "ist" of any sort: except, she is an opportunist. And, she's crazy.
I really don't like people like Althouse.