Old Buddy! - The other

Old Buddy! - The other day I did a little vanity-Googling. I found this.

Read it. There'll be a quiz afterward:

"Berg and I aren't on the same page on a lot of issues, but that's a beautiful thing, really. That's what's great about America, as folks like to say. Berg's one of these guys who's somehow managed the miracle of procreation, to the tune of three wonderful kids. All of them, I understand, well-adjusted, possessed of a sophisticated understanding of the causes and consequences of war, and raised on William Bennett's Children's Book of Virtues. I envy Mitch, but I envy his kids even more. It must be swell hell to have such a clueless whack-job for a father. If they haven't already started breaking into his rootbeer schnaps and quaffing garfong out in the garage, I guarantee it's only a matter of time. And if sacrificing other American's kids --including apparently young men who had to die to become American citizens-- is the price we have to pay to safeguard the free speech rights of an entertainer like Mitch Berg, I'd say that's a damn fair trade-off for America."

OK. Was the author of this piece

1. A moonbat lefty blogger writing with lots of the courage that anonymity gives the hack, or
2. A moonbat who works for a mainstream alternative weekly paper in the Twin Cities?

The answer, of course, is "2" - Brad Zellar, from the Twin Cities' upmarket tabloid City Pages, home of some excellent journalism, funky personal ads, the worst music criticism this side of a dormitory bull session, and a lot of writers who mistake hipster condescension for profundity.

I'll let you be the judge. This is Zellar's little outburst, while this is my post from last April that got him so exercised, which was itself a response to this whiny, self-righteous screed.

Flip through his "blogs." Your mission: Identify the "clueless wackjob".

By the way, Bradley:

when Mitch threw me a little bone yesterday I was delighted to discover that traffic on my site experienced a bit of a bump. By midnight Berg's plug had resulted in three hits, which is a modest indication that my little stumbling donkey of a blog is quite possibly going places.

Or not. My blog got about 400 visitors that day. That "Blog By Zellar" cachet just doesn't draw 'em, I guess.

Bradley! You're not only a crummy excuse for a psychologist and the most tedious, self-indulgent local "alternative" writer since Margaret Grebe. You're also the sort of yellow, cowardly hack that "real" journalists giggle about when they snigger about bloggers.

And someday, when the City Pages decides to hire a new crop of fashionably-depressed hipster pseudojournalists, you'll be asking my kids if they want their order supersized.

Old buddy!

Posted by Mitch at October 20, 2003 06:00 AM