Oh, how terribly sweet.

Sure when he does it, they think it's cute. But when I do it, suddenly it's a "misdemeanor".

Via Maura

Bloggers hit the big time over the weekend. Rathergate broke on Free Republic, picked up by Powerline, and was beautifully driven home by Charles Johnson over on LFG.

So, now both Powerline and Charles are on the radio, making pajama jokes and making like bigshots.

I used to be on the radio, back when I was but a little Rubeling. We played early 80's music, even though it hadn't been out-of-style long enough to have been cool yet. They kicked me off because I got piss-drunk on Jim Beam on-air, and launched into a 10-minute soliloquy about Skylarking.

Coolness under pressure has never really been my strong point. It's probably a good thing that nobody called me to be on the radio. I would probably embarrass, nay, completely discredit the entire blogosphere I do so love, by showing up drunk and doing one of those I-love-you-man things in front of God and everybody.

In October, the murderous, savage followers of Mohammed will be holding a conference in Berlin. The focus of this conference is to plan the undermining of their host countries in Europe, and the destruction of Israel and the United States.

The purpose of Muslims everywhere is to establish a caliphate, covering the entire Earth. Non-believers will be treated as slaves; except for Jews, who will be slaughtered like animals. They don't even bother hiding it anymore.

LFG's Charles Johnson is claiming he got 100,000 visitors yesterday. I think I got 2, and they were both me.

I thought I dodged a bullet yesterday. I posted my entry, Never Forgive, and went about my business. But today, I watched a documentary about September 11. I'm not the crying type. I cry about once every 20 years. But today, I could've cried. I wanted to cry. I wanted to cry for the firefighters, for the widows, for Rudy Giuliani, for the world and what's happened to it. I choked back the tears, and played it Cagney like I did three years ago.

But I want to cry. Today, I wanted to sink my head into my girlfriend's shoulder and let the tears flow, and scream. A world died that day, and another world signed its own death warrant. Other people have more reason to cry than I do, and I shall not cheapen their sorrow.

When no one's looking, and all doors are closed, tonight, I shall cry for the people who died on September 11, 2001. I didn't understand, and I'm so sorry. God, I'm so sorry.

I'm finally crying.