Andrew Sullivan, or one of his minions, collects a number of reactions to Ryan Lizza’s profile of Rep. Paul Ryan for the New Yorker. Lizza makes a point of “nailing” Ryan on spending projects for his own district, as quoted in Sullivan’s post: When I pointed out to Ryan that government spending programs were at…
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David Rieff, assigning blame where blame is due, some of the time
Over at Foreign Affairs, David Rieff has a rather portentous, even penumbral, take on world events, notably the concurrent U.S. disasters in Iraq and Afghanistan, taking a few pokes at the liberal optimism that brought these about. Dave’s nut graph, or perhaps “money shot,” is quite prolonged, but, well, in for a penny, in for…
9/11. the last refuge of a scoundrel
Or a sycophant. Andrew Sullivan, whom I often like, runs off the rails in his devotion to President Obama here, praising his indiscriminate use of murder drones and claiming that if the U.S. doesn’t function like an intermational Murder, Inc., well, would you prefer “religious terrorists from mountains in Middle Asia successfully invading and terrorizing…
The unerring perceptions of David Denby
In his current review of The Hunger Games in the New Yorker, Dave describes Liam Hemsworth as looking “like a larger Taylor Lautner.” This is funnier if, like me, you don’t know who either of these people are. As for the film itself, Dave struggles bravely, yet uselessly, against its ineluctable unavoidability. Leo DiCaprio, move…
Monday fun
For official, New Yorker-approved humor, go here. “The silent treatment, huh? Fine. I charge double for the silent treatment.” “You feel like a shadow of your former self. You feel you have no depth. You feel that if you turned sideways you’d be invisible. You feel that you’re two-dimensional. Don’t you see, Bob? There’s a…
Again, NTNY
New Yorker-approved humor here. “I’m sorry, Brad, but referring to me as ‘the man with the ‘stache’ in front of clients does not fall into the category of acceptable office banter.” “No, I’ve never seen ‘The Office.’ Is that that thing that you and Harold are always giggling about? It probably is.” “Well, you may…
For the children, goddamnit, for the children
In a recent posting in the NYT, bible thumpin’ Ross Douthat warns the Christian right to stay the fuck away from Newt Gingrich: “It isn’t just that he’s a master of selective moral outrage whose newfound piety has been turned to consistently partisan ends. It’s that his personal history — not only the two divorces,…
Emily Nussbaum, discovering the seamy side of torture
When Dexter, the tale of a sensitive serial killer, first premiered, five seasons ago, the New Yorker’s Emily Nussbaum counted herself a fan: Each week, Dexter, played with icy charisma by Michael C. Hall, stalked his victims. He strapped them to a table, sliced their cheeks to collect a drop of blood, then cut them up with a…
Again, NTNY
If you want the official New Yorker cartoon contest, go here. And stop wasting my time. “Yes, I am a stripper. But I’m a very nice stripper.” “How can you eat? Well, why don’t you just leave that to me.” “Okay, this is the part where I question you intensively about your toilet training.” “I…
Attack of the crazed italics-loving captionist
Are italics funny? I seem to be addicted to them. Fasten your comedy seatbelts. It’s going to be a bumpy flight. Actual, New Yorker-approved captions here. “I am not getting all Fay Wray on your ass. I’m just afraid of heights.” “Hey, I would love a Jaguar for my birthday. But did you see that…