As I mentioned already today, I like to keep track of how many people read Our Little Blog. I even hold out hope that one day the nice people at Technorati will notice that we exist. (Right now? Not so much.) But, as God as my witness, I would rather put a blunt instrument through the computer than stoop to the level of their highest-ranked blog.
That's right, Arianna. Your debased, glorified news and gossip rehash becomes ever more appalling by the day. For some reason chat shows seem to take you seriously, but I'm having a harder and harder time reading Huffington Post, even when I'm trolling for easy material. [On that note, I'm not going to be embedding any HuffPo links. They don't need the help, and I'm loath to send them even one additional reader. You can either take my word that I am not making this stuff up, or go and look around for yourself.] No number of empty-headed celebrity bloggers can cover up the remarkable lack of quality and substance.
What sent me right over the edge was this headline:
[Redacted]'s Playgirl Offer Is Small, Like His Penis
Oh, my GOD! Are you people serious? Really, Arianna? This is how you build your reputation as a serious political thinker? By pasting your name over drek like this?
The erstwhile reality star in question is one for whom I have zero respect. I think he and his ex-wife are awful, awful people. (It's all in the archives.) But it is reprehensible, juvenile and embarrassing for a supposedly respectable on-line media outlet like HuffPo to publish a piece about the size of a disgraced celebrity's unit. The man is question is an absolute cad, but even he deserves to live a life with some shred of dignity intact.
This makes me long for the days when Arianna Huffington was a Republican. Frankly, they're welcome to have her back, for all I care.