I don't read blogs

For a while I was, on occasion, looking at a few of the local self-styled “conservative” blogs. But it was a bad habit and I gave it up. My life is richer for lack of that particular component.

They are, for the most part, pointless, ridiculous, humorless — intentionally, at least — and, ultimately, annoying as hell.

It was like watching a low rent Bill O'Reilly, or some idiot televangelist (respectively, a physical impossibility and a redundancy): mildly amusing at the outset, but eventually just ... annoying as hell.

With one or two exceptions they have nothing interesting to say and as far as I'm concerned they are little more than fodder for ridicule. They never were anything else.

I appreciate that others will continue to monitor them, and continue to limn their hypocrisy, their breathtaking myopia, their selective deployment of data, and — especially — their phony self-righteous outrage.

Indeed, my stalwart associate Tim Rock provided some genuinely instructive entertainment the other day pursuant to just about exactly the foregoing criteria. The reader may follow the links here and here. Res ipsa loquitur, as they say: the thing speaks for itself.

Personally, I don't find it offensive because some xenophobic rube actually went over to a group of people conversing in Spanish at the Wal*Mart and told them to speak English or get out of the country. And I don't even find it offensive that a Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel columnist actually compared said xenophobic rube to — get this — H.L. Mencken.

In fact, for anyone who appreciates literature, or, at least, trenchant and stylish prose, that may have been the most offensive observation ever perpetrated on the internets.

But really, it's typically addlepated and nonsensical bluster and not worth any further effort. Selah.

eta: I'd be remiss not to hook up my good buddy the Brawler.