The American Spectator

First off, Quin, rather than emailing you I’ll give my Official Pence Endorsement here, heavily foreshadowed by a lot of commentary over the past howevermany months, and recently copped to in these pages. I’d tap Pence on his own recognizance, but on top of it, there is simply no one else at hand of matching stature, composure, content, and command.

Second, there’s a bit of a heinous froth developing over a certain schadenfreude-laden mock-job on That Photo of Santorum’s weeping daughter. (Since it’s out, about, and full of salty comments, I’ll elide the link.) As these things usually play out, this one involves a relative insider making a joke that, in the company of his fellows, would elicit equal parts laughs and groans; yet since this joke is posted nationally it elicits a reinforcedly rabid overreaction on the part of defenders and offendeds who appear to be relative outsiders. Spontaneity of posting meets spontaneity of temper. This is one of the dangers of blogs, tantamount to trying to express sarcasm on IM. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. But the size of one’s audience, as any good politico knows, impacts the tenor of one’s statement. A word to the hip.

Finally there’s a real live moral dilemma covered here, on the topic of “call[ing] for severely disabled babies to be killed at birth.” I’ve got something heavy to say on it but it’s a busy week and the thought needs to, y’know, gestate.

And that’s that.