Ann Althouse is in some sort of blogfight with Robert Stacy McCain. So, because our Althouse is nothing if not predictable, she loudly squeaks about how the Left (in this case me) also thinks she's an idiot, and shazam! this somehow puts her above the fray and out of the mud. It's a tactic that works about as well for her as it did for Yertle the Turtle, but when has Althouse ever failed to play the same card repeatedly, despite its stupidity? (You will be shocked to learn that it is liberals who are the Real Sexists, and so forth, et cetera, world without end, amen.)
Since it's all pretty much regurgitated there's not much worth retrieving from the spew. Sheesh: "And Thers, of course, doesn't follow my advice either. He's not self-reflective." As the kids say on the Internet machine, facepalm. The same goes for the dick jokes -- beg pardon, "comic riffing about genitalia." I suppose that she whiffs on the point of the Yossarian reference is kind of amusing. As is her apparent inability to "self-reflect" on her incompetence in regards to the construction of metaphors.
All in all, as far as Althouse tantrums go, it's not a keeper. (Comments are bland also, though I am glad to learn that I'm a "fag hag." Good to know!) And of course she knows perfectly well why I make fun of her. First, pompous gibberish can be funny! Second, she started it.