This is a great Lileks post ripping one Ms. Heather Mallick writing for the Canadian CBC News.

Here are the best bits:

Why, if the hillbillies disappeared, the New Yorkers would be reduced to making disparaging remarks about people from New Jersey who take the bridges and tunnels to go clubbing in LowSoHo or MoTriVil or whatever old neighborhood has been fitted out with thudding discos and fusion-sushi joints.

Why does this demographic – the white trash, I mean, not the orange trash of the Guido Jersey interlopers – have such a “curious appeal” to the right?

“Cleverist” is a matter of opinion, but I’d suggest that when Mark Steyn gets a haircut, the shorn pieces fall to the floor and form, at random, cleverer observations in the form of Chinese characters.

And here is the best one:

Of course she’s scared. People like her are always scared. It’s a lonely world when you’re just so damned right and everyone else is so stupid.

That’s why God made cats.

Go read it all.

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4 Responses to “I Wish I Had Written That – Part 49”

  1. on 11 Sep 2008 at 4:04 pm nightfly

    Heh, I knew you’d like this one! The one that made me fall from my chair with laughter:

    “I don’t know what “violently rich” means, except that it certain[ly] sounds bad – like you walked up to Tony Rezko and punched him until a nice house deal fell out of his pockets…”

    HAHAHAHAHAHA!

  2. on 11 Sep 2008 at 4:08 pm WunderKraut

    Heh! That one was great too. So, are you offended at being called a “orange trash of the Guido Jersey”?

    :-)

  3. on 11 Sep 2008 at 6:00 pm nightfly

    Well, by birth, technically I’m maroon trash from Long Island. :) Not that Ms. Mallick can tell the difference. Manhattan to the Hamptons or Manhattan to DC, it’s all still Drive By Country – only the direction changes.

  4. on 11 Sep 2008 at 6:02 pm nightfly

    Hm, maybe that should be “Drive Past” Country, so it doesn’t sound like the elites spray bullets at us as we graze in our Wal-Marts and Coscos. (They may fantasize about it, but we bitter clingers would fire back.)