Andrew Sullivan gives loads... of laffs!
We all thrilled at Sullivan’s hard-hitting cover story in this week’s issue: “Why Are Obama’s Critics So Dumb?” We swooned at his peevish whining about not being taken seriously. We booed and hissed when The Evil Sarah Palin reminded everyone that Sullivan doesn’t understand how the female reproductive system works.
And now, the once and future RawMuscleGlutes generously shares one of his proudest moments. Courtesy of Newsbusters, here’s Sullivan responding to a reader’s question in a recent Daily Beast livechat:
Comment From Mike D: Palin called you a “conspiracy kook” and blasted Newsweek for allowing you a cover. Do you ever worry that your more controversial views will overshadow your other writing?
Andrew: No. Palin’s tweet made me come in my pants.
Congratulations, Sarah. You’re his first. But wait, here are a few more of Sullivan’s, um, pearls of wisdom:
I write what I think is true. I don’t give a damn about “reputation.” If I’m wrong I correct or re-think. Once a writer worries about these things, he’s like an actor watching the audience. In my opinion, far too many journalists worry about their reputation.
Or: Asshole Admits to Being Asshole in Supreme Asshole Move. Just because Sarah Palin is Trig Palin’s mother doesn’t mean Andrew Sullivan shouldn’t continue to “just ask questions” about whether Sarah Palin is Trig Palin’s mother. Wonder what would happen if Sullivan ever said any of this crap directly to her? Or better yet, to Todd.
As for Sullivan’s adorable fan-fiction itself, James Taranto read it so you don’t have to. His summary:
In case you’re wondering, the reason Obama’s critics are so dumb is that the president is so awesome that only a dumb person could criticize him. Specifically, his conservative critics are dumb because they think he’s a left-winger, and his liberal critics are dumb because they think he’s not a left-winger.
Why are Obama’s fanboys so crazy?
(Hat tip: MKH)
P.S. Sullivan, 6/3/10: “I had a dream last night that I was lost in Sarah Palin’s garden. It was springtime, and there were bluebells everywhere. I suddenly realized where I was and tried to get out to the street. But there was just more garden …”