James Wolcott defending Kos:
Admittedly, I don't circulate as much as Mickey Kaus, who I gather is moonlighting as the Jerry Zipkin for fright-night bachelorettes, but you would think that by now I would have come across some of those Angry Bloggers I keep reading about, those tommy-gun typists who have escaped captivity and eschew the finer points of etiquette, not to mention spelling and punctuation. I'm so hoping to meet a few of these hotheads someday, and watch gnaw on their own arms out of frustrated spite; it'd be something to tell the folks back home about on my next Greyhound visit. But so far, no luck. I briefly met Kos, for example, and was quite disappointed by how genial and low-key he was. Perhaps he was having an off-day, since those more astute than I perceive an angry radioactive core. Had a brief chat with Steve Gilliard when the vile Republicans were in town in '04, and he failed to put his fist through the nearest window in my presence or break innocent pencils in two. Lindsay Beyerstein of Majikthise–another liberal blogger whom I'm sorry to say failed to snap and hiss like a cobra. I haven't had the pleasure of meeting Tom Watson or Lance Mannion, but based on their blogs I doubt that they would go psycho loco at the slightest provocation.
James Wolcott describing YearlyKos participants:
But all of Las Vegas's top dominatrixes cleared room and clung to the walls last week when Firedoglake's Jane Hamsher hit the neon strip for Yearly Kos, her arrival heralded by whipcrack lightning and the baying of distant coyetes. Now Jane Hamsher looked amiable and sweetly accessorized hosting a panel on C-SPAN, almost schoolteacherly in her glasses; but cross her, displease her, and the cruel lash will be one's crimson reward.* She has visited her wrath upon the former Wonkette, shown here flanked by a jovial pair of freeloaders. But even that pales beside the rejoinder she offers a critic in the comments section. It's quite a pithy exchange.
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