The Madness of King Charles continues to inflict its bloody toll. I know Jim Hoft and Andrew Marcus, I've worked with Jim Hoft and Andrew Marcus, and Mad King Charles doesn't know me at all.
Among other things, Mad King Charles fails to understand that a man doesn't survive 22 years of journalism without learning to write fast and think much faster. He doesn't know what's in reserve, he doesn't know who can testify to my bona fides, he doesn't expect that anyone might pick up a phone and call somebody. Like maybe Jimmie Bise.
More than anything, Charles Johnson doesn't know what he doesn't know, and doesn't even consider the possibility that he "knows" things that are false.
Facts are stubborn things. Hang on, my Founding Bloggers friends. Let me proofread and add a few links. Patience, please. And if anyone believes in prayer . . . never mind, before I could finish that sentence, the phone rang. A Ph.D. candidate, eager to do what he could to help.
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