In the conservative pity fest for Mr. Non-Volokh back in late June, this right-wing blogger gets credit for lodging the weirdest charge (in the midst of a lengthy ramble which can only be described, per Steve Stich's apt phrase, as an exercise in "condescension from below"): this blogger charges me with having displayed "ignorance of blogospheric custom and history."
Ignorance of blogospheric custom and history?
How old is someone who writes things like this, and apparently means it seriously?
I am also ignorant of the customs and history of CB radio, not to mention Dungeons & Dragons, Pokemon, fantasy baseball, and so on. I plead guilty.
I have a blog because it's an easy way to communicate with thousands of philosophers and students of philosophy, legal academics and law students, and others who share my political concerns. "Blogospheric customs and history" are for children or the deeply alienated who think blogs are anything other than an efficient way to circulate information to real people.
Has anyone else noticed that the blogosphere is full of folks who don't seem to have real lives? (Actually, Garry Trudeau has.) They don't appear to have real-world status, accomplishments, skills, knowledge, attachments. Blogs and their relationships with others who have blogs appear to be their lives. And if they're suitably reactionary, as this joker clearly is, then InstaIgnorance links to them and gives them a "life."
What weird times we are living in.
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