If you enjoy political invective wielded like a master's light saber and you haven't treated yourself to Charles Pierce's Politics Blog over at Esquire, hie thee hence. I have been following it religiously – or perhaps irreligiously – for several weeks, and I have yet to be disappointed, or anything less than informed and amused. Who else could describe Paul Ryan as a "zombie-eyed granny-starver" or Nebraska Senate candidate Bob Kerrey as "the resume that walks like a man?"
Pierce, reputedly the love child of H.L. Mencken and Dorothy Parker, is a Catholic, which makes his commentary on the recent intrusions of religion into politics especially noteworthy (and blisteringly funny, if you can stop weeping long enough.) He is well-informed, caustic, observant, and the kind of writer I would like to be when I grow up. Here's his take on the recent Santorum wins in the South:
Daring to be stupid is the highest form of courage to the people to whom Santorum is pitching his campaign. And there are a lot of them, and very few of them are sold on Willard Romney.
"The dangers of carbon dioxide? Tell that to a plant, how dangerous carbon dioxide is," he said.
(I asked a tree in my front yard, Rick. It said it thought you were a colossal dick.)
And
Romney:
If there were 25 votes in it, he'd dress up like Varina Davis and sprawl across a staircase. Yeah, Willard's jes' a little bit country. And a little bit Utahn. And a little bit California. And a little bit Bay Stater...
And here's his mission statement:
If this blog sees a man walking down the street with a duck on his head, it will report that it saw a man walking down the street with a duck on his head. It will not need two sources for that. It will not seek out someone to tell it that what it really saw was a duck walking down the street with a guy on its ass. It will be the belief of this blog that, as Christopher Hitchens once said, the only correct answer to the question, "Is nothing sacred?" is "No." And there will be fun.
Go and have fun.