To end where we came in, M J Murphy wrote: “I think you owe Dr. Miller an apology.” Au contraire, I think “Dr Miller” owes me and Oriana an apology. Since he decided to go to such kinky lengths to catch my eye, he has accused me of failing to provide a source for a quote: False. He’s accused me of making up famous rulings of the Ayatollah: False. He’s declared flat out that there is no such thing as a Khomeini “Blue Book”: False. And people pay money to study “responsible journalism” with this guy? At least for his own ill-advised adventures in fact-checking, his unfortunate acolyte, M J Murphy of Toronto, isn’t charging cash.
If I were celebrated toilet photographer Warren Kinsella or [the Guy Who Is Suing Us] I’d sue. But I’m not. Nor, despite a flying visit to the Falklands and a couple of wet weekends in Wales, have I ever been attracted to sheep-shagging. But I imagine it feels a bit like dealing with Messrs Miller, Murphy and the Law R Cool kids: No matter how often you roger them senseless, they keep on bleating. I wouldn’t have bothered with this response were it not for the fact that Professor Waggy-Finger traduced not me but a great and courageous lady who is no longer here to laugh her magnificent scoffing laugh in his face. Oriana Fallaci is a hundred times the man John Miller is. Read her interviews with Arafat or the Shah and ask yourself whether she needs any posthumous lessons in “journalistic ethics” from an unread parochial poseur. And, if you are considering a career in journalism, think about what you’d like to be looking back on in 40 years’ time: Oriana’s resume or Professor Miller’s.
Take note, embittered unread failures of the leftoid blogosphere:
Do NOT tug on Superman’s cape, or dare to insult Superman’s Super Friends, especially Wonder Woman.
Learn an old fashioned lesson from this sorry affair: don’t question your betters or insult your superiors.
The pitiful picture that emerges from this long and detailed post is a “battle” between mature, sophisticated world travelers who’ve studied their subjects firsthand for decades, and spindly, spiteful, envious little keyboard jockeys who never venture farther than the corner Starbucks yet fancy themselves instant authorities on any subject after a couple of quick Googles.
(I simply can’t shake the mental image that spontaneously popped into my mind mid-way through reading Steyn’s post: of Eric “Nudge Nudge” Idle asking Terry Jones if he’s ever “you know… slept… with a lady…”)
The irony is that today Big City Lib will get the most hits it has every received and ever will. He will take this as some kind of “victory”. Leftists are confused like that.
UPDATE:
Having spent many a year now dealing with these kooks, it occurs to me that Big City Lib will shortly accuse Steyn of doctoring the colours of the book’s covers from green to blue using Photoshop or (these tiny minded folk are SUCH sticklers for the pointless, legalistic detail) “some other computer software program designed to alter photographs and other images…”, if indeed he hasn’t already done so.
Such a post writes itself, doesn’t it, my fellow weary right wing warriors? We’ve read its like before at dozens of global warming and truther websites:
“I analysed the pixel to byte ratio on the files in question, and sure enough, my nephew who dropped out of DeVry told me it’s clear these images have been doctored…” Etc.
This is the sort of level at which they are reduced to arguing. Their worldview is a proven failure, so they’ve learned to parse their opponents’ statements with truffle slicers in a hopeless attempt to keep the debate going long after they’ve lost. They have no lives you see (see “world travelers”, above).
What do you expect from a race of dwarves who claim to believe that a single degree change in the earth’s temperature over the last hundred years a) actually matters a damn and b) could possibly be measured accurately in any event, given the sorry state of technology and record keeping in 19th century and c) should usher in the overthrow of the capitalist system by force.
Am I wrong, readers?
I refuse to visit BCL to find out. But if I turn out to be correct, I demand some kind of expensive prize for my incredible Leftwing Mind Reading prowess.
UPDATE #2: don’t piss off Iowahawk while you’re at it…
Having just read Steyn’s rebuttal in its entirety, I must say congratulations. You and “Doctor” Miller have just immortalized yourselves as the bumbling self-inflicted subjects of the single most exquisite literary evisceration in the history of the internet, nay, the world.
In fact, scratch “evisceration.” Make that vaporization. At this point your next of kin will be lucky to find intact bits of “Doctor” Miller’s reputation quivering in the treetops of Ryerson, let alone complete dental records.
No mind though, for your immortality is secure. For centuries to come students will study this marvelous episode: the pompous, clueless PC prof and his eager internet buttlick attempt to bell the famous cat Steyn, with completely predictable results.
