Erick Erickson, RedState:
Erickson. It was difficult not to resort to the title, ‘Dishing Out The D’oh!’ Because what did that ‘dishing out the dough’ expression even mean, just before? And right after that, it was like he was trying to put together a hot dance mix, except with the savoir-faire of a meaty-handed white guy who dances by nodding with an overbite, and with metaphors instead of Digital Underground’s ‘Humpty Dance’ segueing into Queen and David Bowie doing ‘Under Pressure.’ That is, he followed up ‘the dough’ by bringing ‘the chips’ into it again, from that earlier post with the title about chips falling — implying that he thinks the expression refers to potato chips, and that potato chips ought in some way to be added to or mixed with dough. It was difficult not to resort to some title like ‘Goodbye, Mr. Chips.’ And then we’re what, stuck making Peter O’Toole jokes?
I mean no, hold on a second. His name is ‘Peter O’Toole,’ and no one has ever said anything about this? Did his stage career take place during a period in which the British theatre had as yet felt the influence neither of gay men, nor of sarcasm? Was this before Joe Orton? Or, as happens, was there a Dickie Ballslurper or a Harry Palmer-Manstaff drawing the attention away from the quotidian run of Highcocks, of Woodpoles, Shakespeares, and O’Tooles?
Erick Erickson, RedState:
This was on the world’s narrowest bookshelf, between Polish Navy Victories and Things I Know by Dan Riehl.
I can’t say that I am surprised by the level of aggravation and acrimony in the comments of my “Letting the Chips Fall” post. I certainly promised more than I delivered. You should have seen the first six drafts. They were much better.
Ooh, ooh, I had a whole bunch of funny lines here, but then I used this one. Ha ha! Dude, you’re so burned; they were like, whoah, could there possibly be more zingers, like rapid-fire, like bang-bang-bang? Unlike now, you were laughing big-time.
I’m certain from the context above that Erickson pronounces ‘acrimony’ like ackra-moaney, but cannot explain or prove this.
For the few cheery souls remaining, I appreciate that you got the point — it’s exactly what Will Folks has been doing, but doing in a ridiculous third person narrative. The emails and phone calls from people in the media wanting to know when exactly I was going to do the big reveal on this were more than a little illuminating.
What’s this? A telegram. Ah. See, just as I was about…oh, the phone. Wait. Hello? Indeed, we’ll get to that in due time, my good man. Yes, toodles, guh-bye-bye. Uh, telegram says watch out for the falling [splintering crash with discordant klong of piano notes]
To the rest of you, I apologize for clearly rubbing you the wrong way on this one. I thought it was necessary to make a few points.
First, getting some additional facts out into this conversation that no one else either had or was putting forward including that Will Folks has been trying to push this out for a year
Somebody ought to give him a fiber bar or something. Jeez.
What are they going to do, sit on the edge of his tub Blackberrying stories like, BREAKING: TURTLE HEAD and being all, “Woo, this is a conversation that no one else either had or was putting forward including that Will Folks.”
…and that the Haley team knew about it. Also, that the Bauer camp had been using it for a while to try to keep people from supporting Nikki. Given all the connections there, I do think the Bauer campaign coordinated this.
Second, and most importantly, I think it is necessary to push this conversation beyond what did and did not happen to who, if anybody, is getting Will Folks to try to ruin Nikki Haley. And the intended audience of the post has gotten the hint. I think we’ll be seeing some enterprising journalists start asking questions along those lines.
I think some funny jokesters have already been inspired by this post to start making up some of those funny jokes that we all like so much, as was my secret intention. [sprays breath spray, smells armpit] Most importantly, it is necessary to push beyond that which did not or did happen to who. In other words, we need to start pushing back on that thing so Will Folks doesn’t push it any farther out.
So, as we head into the weekend, my apologies for building up your expectations, but not my regrets. It’s necessary to start pushing this story in the direction it needs to go, which is motivation and other interested parties.
Even morer, or moster important is to start pushing beyond the direction of motivation, if what is how hick wap whichm whom wah. Wait. Dammit, my apologies for not my regrets! No, wait.
Goddammit, you should have seen the first six drafts! [belches] [pumps keg]
Feel free to use this as a thread to beat me up as best you like.
Feeling free to use this as a post to beat him up as even better we like! …Uh, I actually seriously don’t know where the verb went in that sentence, and it freaks me out a little.
Maybe you’ll find it cathartic. As for me, I’m going to go see Robin Hood and maybe Iron Man 2 too.
That’s what we rented Fantastic 4 for. Then we got tickets to the deer and the antelope play.