Sunday, March 31, 2002

A bisexual geek-girl, a soldier, and Matt's mom walk into a bar...
There are left-leaning people out there, at least college age, who like to claim that the right is all a bunch of conformist clones.

That's why I myself am not only utterly indistinguishable from asparagirl but also utterly indistinguishable from Sgt. Stryker.

I need to think about reorganizing my blog links...

Also, I really want my mom to start a political weblog. Only hers would be entirely political. She seems like the kind of person who would be a little reluctant to talk about her family on-line. Well, strike that: She'd have little asides about the Cubs or the local flavor of Chicago's western suburbs. Still, she'd be perfect for it. She's extremely intelligent, opinionated, and well-read (particularly newspapers and magazines), with a fair amount of time on her hands.

Then once she did that I could be Jonah Goldberg to Mom's Lucianne. Or not.

Seriously, I'm very impressed by many (not all, but many) of the right-leaning weblogs. I'm not sure what it says that the best weblogs, like the best radio talk shows, lean towards my side of the aisle. It could go either way.

There's selection bias that could go either way. Mark Staloff, left-leaning Harvard quiz alumnus, inexplicably spends a lot of time reading Free Republic and also various homophobic, anti-Semitic, and-or "white power" sites. Or at least did as of two or three years ago. I think it's a bizarre need to have easily shot down strawmen, either that or he genuinely fears them. Like if I had friends who read The New Republic but instead of having honest discussions over what they think, I went off and read The Nation and slippery-sloped them into that pigeonhole.

In any case, while there's some extreme illogic among Freepers, Usenet diehards, and so on, there's also some really good writing going on out there. The best of it makes me think two things:

1. This stuff is at least as good as the syndicated op-ed columns that people pay money for.

2. Nonetheless, my mom (specifically my mom) could write stuff as good as this herself.