Apparently a gig at the Washington Post involves having to apologize to the world for private emails expressing the entirely unexceptional opinions that said world would be a better place if Matt Drudge were to set himself on fire, and that Byron York is a disturbing, grandma-haired loon.
Good gig.
Not that I have much sympathy for anyone who went to Megan McArdle's wedding, particularly. Though I do wish the happy couple every drop of the steamy yet oddly arid joy to be discovered in the Atlas Shrugged sex scenes, and I pray the contusions heal quickly.
I note a dearth of George Will apologizing for lying about climate change, Charles Krauthammer apologizing for cheerleading stupid wars, and William Kristol apologizing for saying things in public, though. This is what is known as Journalistic Standards.
MAS. John Stacy McWhitesheet:
Understand this: Weigel’s editors are getting what they want. Conservatism to them is terra incognita, that part of the old maps emblazoned with the motto, “Here Be Dragons.”
"Dragons" here is a misspelling of "douches." After all, they've met Ben Domenech.