Clive James once decribed a particular best-selling bodice-ripper as like “a long conversation between two not very bright drunks”. Howard Kurtz’s blog, in which he promotes his promotional tour for his book Reality Show: Inside the Last Great Television News War (don’t worry, he doesn’t mean Iraq), is like a short conversation between a especially dumb goldfish and a piece of fake seaweed.
I would much, much rather read Redstate. I would rather stare at a pile of sand.
At the Harper’s Magazine website, Scott Horton described Kurtz as “one of the dumbest figures in print or on the airwaves”. After reading Kurtz’s blog, I’m inclined to add “or in an oxygon-rich aptmosphere” to the list.
This must be seen to be believed.