James Wolcott, in his paucity of original thought, is flinging poo at no lesser lights than our own local sherrifs of classical liberalism: Velociman, Jeff Goldstein and Vanderleun . That's a hat trick for better equipped women than Wolcott, however.
Hell no, I won't link him. He is a jaded fop hiding behind the Fair Vanity of his imagination and his handlers. He doesn't allow comments, and publishes no email address.
Wolcott. A man without feck.
Vanity Fair deigns its elite cadre of writers to engage and link to mere bloggers? Who has gained and lost in that equation? Wolcott dare not allow an exchange of fire with such men, lest he find his carcass tossed unceremonialy to the
pigs of unconcerned capitalism accountants.
Could be much more dangerous for those who merely speak truth for free.
Update: Just because...
(thanks to Pat Dollard for always posting this video.)