Posted on | January 22, 2010 | 64 Comments
Unlike the fawning Los Angeles Times column that spoiled my breakfast in Burbank a couple of weeks ago, Jonathan Dee’s article takes time to examine the pivotal episode in the Little Green Footballs meltdown, the 2007 Brussels conference:
It seems borderline ridiculous that the political character of an extremist Belgian party, which in the last parliamentary election captured just 17 seats out of 150 in the Chamber of Representatives, should become the issue over which a kind of civil war among American conservatives broke out, but that is what happened. . . .
Johnson first hinted, and eventually demanded, that [Pamela Geller and Robert Spencer] publicly distance themselves from both Vlaams Belang and the conference itself, and when they demurred, he publicly distanced himself from them. . . .
Johnson broke off relations with blogs that claimed openly to owe their own existence to him. He called the syndicated columnist Diana West and the investigative reporter Richard Miniter fascist sympathizers. He threatened to take down Michelle Malkin. In some ways, it was an exploration of the limits of his own influence: all over the blogosphere, you were either with him or with the fascists. . . .
Read the rest, and remember that it was in October 2007 that Geller first stood up against Johnson’s bullying. It was not until November 2008 that I first spoke up in Geller’s defense, and September 2009 when Johnson came after me. If the two weeks when I did battle against LGF seemed to me to stretch out like an endless nightmare, think of what it was like for Geller and Spencer to endure it for months on end.
For far too long, then, Geller, Spencer and a handful of others were pretty much alone against the once-awesome might of Little Green Footballs, and a lot of other people ignored it because it wasn’t in their interest to get mixed up in someone else’s blog war. But there were larger issues at stake, and conservative bloggers would have been wiser to heed the alarm bell when it first rang.
At least Dee’s New York Times article doesn’t buy into Johnson’s self-serving claim of a road-to-Damascus awakening about global warming as the origin of his war on the Right. What happened to Charles was a lot more personal than climate change. His attacks on others were an externalization of his own inner demons — scapegoating and projection — and because he lacked the manhood to confront his failures, he couldn’t back down or admit the possibility of error.
Tuesday night on blogger’s row in Boston, Pamela Geller was seated between Karen Tumulty of Time magazine and Kerry Picket of the Washington Times. When the band played, and the balloons dropped and confetti filled the air . . .
Well, Charles Johnson wasn’t there. He was somewhere else, infinitely and miserably alone.
UPDATE: Graydon Carter hires Barrett Brown?
Somehow, I managed to get myself involved in all of this despite having no real connection to the conservative movement other than enjoying a couple of Ted Nugent songs, or rather just one of them.
“Managed to get myself involved” = belatedly jumped on the dogpile after everyone else had become bored with the sordid mess at LGF.
Evidently Vanity Fair‘s editors decided that permitting that pretentious phony James Wolcott to befoul the blogosphere wasn’t enough, so now they’re grooming young Brown as a sort of junior varsity Wolcott.
Infinitely less interesting than VF‘s photos of Stephanie Seymour nude but, then again, isn’t everything?
(Graydon: Let Wolcott and Brown handle the boring-and-obnoxious-writing business. All I want is that photographing-nude-hotties gig.)
UPDATE II: Robert Spencer of JihadWatch reacts to the New York Times article but is strangely silent about Stephanie Seymour nude.