opened up a special comment thread last night so that his readers could debate the question of Blogger Ethics.

this morning my gmail was bursting with emails from people letting me know that i had been mentioned by a commenter and then dissed by prof. reynolds.

an anonymous [tisk, tisk] commenter named “jerry” questioned the instapundit, got a few facts wrong (glenn in october admitted to being biased, not neutral; and glenn has been often marked as a Moderate, but when asked he declines to state), and got an instareply.

I think your ethics are far worse Professor.

For several years you claimed to be neutral. Recently when Tony Pierce called you out on it, you admitted you were very much not neutral.

Even now, Tony would like to know how you cannot have commented on the WMD story.

How can a Professor of Law, presumably someone who is ethically bound to seek the truth, and a lawyer, presumably someone ethically bound to seek the truth, have lied to the public all of this time? You claimed you were neutral, then you admitted you were not.

Isn’t it time to hangup your blog?

[FROM GLENN: I “claimed to be neutral?” When did I do that? I said I wasn’t a Republican, but I was right out there with my doubts about the Democrats all along. I tried to be polite about it, and revealingly enough the likes of Oliver and Tony can’t comprehend taking sides and being polite at the same time, but politeness isn’t neutrality.]

youd think in a thread about Blogger Ethics, if my name came up it would be in a positive way.

i have refused blog ads over the three years that i have had the always-popular busblog, and when i do receive monies from readers or through promotions i have noted publicly each dollar and who it came from. if the donors had a website or blog i linked to it.

when i sold 100 copies of How To Blog, i mentioned it. Today i have sold the 200th copy. i make about $5 a book. what other bloggers are openly disclosing ALL of their finances?

how much more transparent could a blogger could be?

in May of last year i created the Honest Bloggers Quiz where i revealed personal voting habits, political beliefs, religious beliefs, and my stance on current drug laws. in october, i believe i posted it again, and invited all bloggers to be just as transparent.

i have conducted dozens of interviews where i have answered pretty much every personal question and political belief that one could ask.

the only question that i denied was when the new york times asked me my age and occupation. neither of those questions or answers were relevant to anything.

i have comments which i rarely delete and on only one occasion have i ever edited what someone has said in my public forums, and ironically that one time was last night when an Oliver Willis reader reposted a comment from Odub’s blog that included some personal attacks on Glenn’s wife and his sexual behavior. when i edited the comment i marked it as edited, publicly.

still, somehow, when Glenn mentioned me last night he did it in a negative way despite the fact that when i criticize him i do it solely on the subject matter that he chooses to write about and/or ignore. apparently, Glenn doesn’t think I do it in a polite way, which is funny because one commenter yesterday said just the opposite he said, “i don’t know why you are so polite to the Instapundit.”

im polite because theres no reason not to be polite. all criticism is is debate. if one feels confident about his point of view, he can present it soberly and rationally.

im also polite to Glenn because i have met him and i read him and i know enough bloggers personally to know that sometimes the blog doesnt fully reflect the person.

i have my problems with how Glenn covers politics. i think he’s enormously one-sided as far as criticizing the Left and the perceived Left, and i think he gives the Republicans a free ride. i dont know why he is like that. i dont know why he wouldnt want to discuss the White House’s official statement that they have given up searching for wmd, the main reason why we went to war with Iraq.

yes i use grittier language on my blog, but its careful gritty language. in my recent critique of his glaring omission of the white house’s admission that they were dead wrong about wmd, i said that by burying his head in the sand over big news stories like this makes him look like a tool.

well, sorry. it does.

it doesnt mean that he is a tool, but it does make him look like one. and i said then and i’ll say it now, i dont want him to look like a tool. i want him to be a strong, believable, better blogger.

are my wants impolite?

Glenn and i had an email discussion about a month before the elections that i asked if i could post because it was fascinating. he asked that i didnt post it. i obliged. that wasnt polite?

quite frankly i dont know how much more polite i could be in regards to my criticism about the worlds most popular blog. i give free advice, i do it constructively, i provide examples and i ask serious questions and respect his answers.

is he suggesting that its impolite to criticize him at all? i dont think so.

in his piece today on msnbc glenn writes that nobody is perfect nor do they need to be. he says “it’s the track record that matters.”

bro, i’ll go head-to-head with you any day in regards to ethics, transparency, and politeness.

is it polite in tennessee to tell someone to sod off?

in most blue states it’s not.

meanwhile my offer for an unedited AOL IM interview is still out there.

somehow though i have a feeling that even a law professor wouldnt want to enter a chat with a guy who rides the bus.

and thats the greatest compliment i could receive.

instapundit + it’s thirteen + the unknown column + the comedian

from annika

“Copy the list from the last person in the chain, delete the names of the authors you don’t have on your home library shelves and replace them with names of authors you do have. Bold the replacements.”

1. Charles Bukowski

2. Jeff Noon

3. Kurt Vonnegut

4. J.R.R. Tolkien

5. Mark Twain

6. Bob Dylan

7. Stephen King

8. Doc Searls

9. William Shakespeare

10. Jon Stewart and the writers of the Daily Show

they should just admit it.

all these bans on “endzone celebrations” is an attack on the african american experience. straight up. emphasis on the african.

go to africa. people dance. people dance for all reasons. people dance at funerals, weddings, births, rain,

and sometimes they dance after they catch a long pass and score on the frozen tundra at their arch enemy’s field.

randy moss caught a long pass and ran over to the goal post, pretended to moon the fans in the endzone and then did a little dance.

the white commisioner of the nfl, a man who probably dances like your grandpappy has continually tried to take the african part out of the african american celebration that gives the nfl the soul that is warmly embraced by the paying customers.

even the nfl liscensed video games recreate the celebrations, high steps, fun bunch high fives, and deon sanders and icky shuffles.

but if a brotha does it in real life he’s called disgusting by one white announcer, cheered by the other, and fined by the commish for $10,000.

for a fake mooning?

how much for a real mooning then?

and when will we have an african american commish in sports? one who once played and faught and understood the struggle and understand the culture?

its one thing to hire so many Blacks, but whats up with trying to strip them of their blackness, their soul, their joy?

randy moss caught that pass on a bum leg, on the road, against a better team and wanted to rub it in the faces of the fans who booed him and taunted him. he didnt go into the stands, he didnt date their daughters, he didnt take money out of their pockets

all he did was break their hearts and imitate bart simpson

so why you gotta hate the brotha?

as the kids say and i will tweak

dont hate the player

hate the lame.

in 24 hours my grad school application is due.

im trying to get into one of the best poetry programs in the world.

problem is i dont know what poems to submit

if youre bored and wanna go through some of my poems i have one collection here

and one here

if you see something you really like, put its title in the comments for me and i will consider it.

thanks!

hes a propaganda source. but i dont want him to be a propaganda source. i want him to be good blogger and a source of right wing spin.

but he refuses to be anything more than a propaganda source and i really dont see why he does things like ignore the fact that yesterday the White House announced that its two year hunt for weapons of mass destruction is officially over and they found no wmd, the main reason it went to war with Iraq.

biggest story of the day yesterday and yet he walked around the campus of UT taking pictures of the co-eds. Like he does any time he wants to bury his head in the sand.

am i disappointed in the instapundit? a tad. but i think thats a sort of condescending. a few times a commentor has said to me that he was disappointed in something i had written and i was all, sod off, im pushing the boundaries here pallie, im gonna lose some of you every once in a while.

but a political blogger not writing about the White House’s biggest goof in decades? maybe ever?

that would be like a London newspaper not talking about the prince wearing a nazi costume to a party.

that would be like an LA sports blogger not writing about the fact that the Dodgers are throwing their team away.

that would be like the busblog writing in all caps.

im sorry but if youre a political blogger hell bent on saying Ah-Ha every chance you can to CBS and 60 Minutes because they goofed, you sorta look like an asswipe if you dont say Oh Shit when your party steamrolls everyone and goes to fucking war over something that turns out to not be true.

no matter how many times you huff and puff over Rathergate, that unfortunate tv broadcast was nothing compared to WMDgate.

did drudge link to it? of course. did little green footballs talk about it? of course. did metafilter point and say haw-haw, as a matter of fact yes they did.

and sure the right will say, oh but Clinton said they had weapons, and this dem said they had em, and that dem said they had em, and the world thought they had em… but none of those people had proof which is why none of those people spent billions and tens of thousands of human lives to go in there.

yes, iraqi lives count too.

just as much as the lives of coeds in knoxville.

yes the instapundit can write about whatever he wants. of course he can. but when you continually close your eyes, cover your ears and say lalalalalalaRatherGate you look like a fucking tool.

and you know what, even though i dont agree with everything that he writes or links to or doesnt link to, i dont want the instapundit to look like a fucking tool. the dude is one of the blog gods and it’s sad to see him act like a guy on the take.

again.

instapundit + weapons of mass destruction dot blogspot + chelle

The Italians painted the best

virgin marys

next to the Dutch

and she looks like the dark haired

olive tint

not the complete Mary but her complement

her knitting friend who Mary

whispers to

“Joseph last night was so cute”

Mary tells her as the donkey drinks from the river

“he leaned over to kiss me

but he stopped himself

I told him we’ve been married ten

years

out son is the messiah

you have nothing to fear silly man.”

I teller she looks like Mary’s best friend and she

smiles trying to sleep with her hands in praying formation

under her head

gold inexpensive earrings still on

eyes closed teeth shimmering

as christmas lights sparkle in my bedroom.

are you marys friend i ask

did you come down here to keep an eye on

me and warn not just my heart but

it feels like this whole house is alive

my fruit punch soda tastes bubblier

my burrito tastes guacamolier

my old face seems happier

did you come down here to do all

that for me

shes sleep

I wisper is mary your best friend and you seller

tupperware

and she sells you avon but you dont

wear it cuz you just dont

but you love each other

and now you love me

yes yes she says now hush she smiles opening one eye

paige turned 21 on tuesday + dougie gyro + kate sullivan

something is generally fishy, and he’s probably hiding something

the first person who can accurately explain

what the blogfather is intentionally (laughably) (sadly) ignoring

gets a link above the blogger button for a week.

as big as a telephone pole.

hi tony pierce

what are you doing?

getting stoned.

sweet. so dude, where did you come from?

up there.

yeah but how were you made? were you in the mountain, or on it, or what?

how was i made? a mommy boulder and a daddy boulder kiss, then a baby boulder is made. was i in the mountain? yes and no. see, im part of the mountain. mountains are made up of rocks. im a rock. prick me. dont i bleed?

there are really huge ass perfectly round boulders in mountains?

yep.

how do you get round?

water.

nuts.

yep.

so water runs around you and shapes you?

youre quick. yes, tony, water. not italian renaissance artists. water.

why did you come down off your mountain?

bored.

why did you stop here in the middle of the road?

i got tired. im 10,000 years old. i get winded quickly.

anything you want to say to the readers of the busblog before they blow you up?

yes. love each other. one day you might get smooshed driving back from the piggly wiggly by something bigger than a house.

cool. k thanks big huge boulder in the middle of the road.

peace out little blogger fella.

support your favorite georgian redhead + sk smith + raymi + adios karisas roommate

when im flying above the clouds and just let my own thoughts fill me for just a few minutes.

the kids back on earth arent so happy when i do this but its good to have a little me time when the shit gets especially hairy.

sometimes i think to myself, why am i here. not alive here but at the xbi here. sometimes i think theres a better something waiting for you, go get it.

sometimes i think what if theres a worse something waiting for me. nobody ever thinks that their future might be really horrible. but thats a possibility too.

but then i get back on earth and the bad guys are shooting at me with real live speeding bullets and i think, how could my future be any worse than this?

and the bullet that zips by me whispers, whats worse would be if i got you.

went into west hollywood last night and saw my buddy dylans band, shapes of race cars, who filled the place on a tuesday night in a swanky club where all the kids were so welldressed and beautiful that it seemed like a tv show.

the bartender made me the shortest baileys doubles but i rarely go out on a school night so i just had him setting me up with more so as to show my date for the night, who claimed that she could drink, that ive seen a few cocktails in my day.

in the mensroom a guy in a silver suit came up to me and said, if you want your mojo back meet me at the crazy bridge with a bag full of gold.

i stepped on his toe.

he said please remove your foot sir.

but i didnt. i looked at him. i memorized his eyes. the lines around his eyes. i looked at how his mouth was shaped. his teeth. dental work. i paid attention to how the hair grew in around his lips and cheeks.

he said youre creeping me out dude.

i said i didnt have any mojo in the first place but now i know who you are and i wont forget you and if you try to shake me down for anything, ever, i will fuck you up in strange and terrible ways.

and then i removed my foot and he tore ass out of the mens room like a cockroach when a light is switched on.

but yes, i do miss my mojo.

at least now i know its in safe hands.

i’d go get it tonight but i have to get karisa into the defamer party

and finish applying for grad school.

listen missy + mass live covers me covering ashleys bday + zulieka