I emailed the Insta-nerd.
I just told him to stay strong and to not think he is alone in his opposition to the Nutty Perfessor. Since he does not have comments I could only email him. I used the email function on his site so I don't even know if it identified me correctly.
I don't expect a response but I felt I had to say something.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Or something.
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Ha! I'd emailed him earlier as well.
Great pic. Brings back memories. I had a crush on Ernie.
Ha! I tweeted him the same sort of thing this morning!
Just checked - AA still has Instapundit and Dr. Helen listed on her blogroll. Strange, given her level of animus.
Hey, I just read something great:
Asked what's wrong with the world, G. K. Chesterton said, "I am."
Now that's profound.
Am I right, Sixty?....Sixty?....you bet I am.
Is this thing on?
IS THIS THING ON?!
I'll follow suit. Maybe he'll post some emails from folks supporting him?
TY - lost your email addy. If you have mine, ping me. Have a question.
You got it michael
G. K. Chesterton was correct.
Meade slandered me. And who wants to be slandered by a guy like this?
Hahaha. I laughed when I saw that pic, Fred.
Nice to see you back.
Good to see you too!
Ernie was one likable kid.
I assume the actor who played him, is either dead, drunk, in jail, marching in gay pride parade, or a democrat.
It always ends bad with Child Actors.
Barry Livingston, I presume, released his anecdote-filled autobiography titled "The Importance of Being Ernie" detailing his career from My Three Sons to Mad Men and beyond.
He married his wife Karen in 1983 and they have two children, Spencer (b. 1989) and Hailey (b. 1992).
Thank you WikiAlwaysRightPedia.
I've avoided looking into this. I have too many other things to occupy me than the latest spatter on the tea cosy from the Althousian pot caused by a new tempest within.
Well, I did read Althouse's response. Ouch. Instead of directly answering Glenn Reynolds' points, it is a collection of jejune nonsequiturs and petulant jabs that bear about as much resemblance to reasoned debate as the contents of her blog usually have for all these years.
I think both Althouse and Reynolds have worthy arguments. But Althouse cannot expect anything like a reasonable answer if all she does is fling wet tea leaves for mud. In my fond 18th century past, the gentlemen, and occasional ladies, who populated the Republic of Letters contended in widely circulated private letters, or, more commonly, in pamphlet wars and Grub-Street essays. How can anything like this occur here? Althouse seems to enjoin some member of her audience to blog all this as a neutral debate ground. That's a fine idea bereft of any practical possibility at all.
Althouse ought to have made a response. She ought to have made a good one. As it is, her nasty fit precludes anything resembling debate. It also reenforces my resolve to ignore further mess and disorder on the tea-table.
Is that a young Jerry Lewis?
A nice summation, Tim.
The recent post on the matter shook me a little and I think you've helped me figure out why. It seemed so sloppy by her standards. Especially after having a few days to think it through.
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