And Now, a Message from Stacy McCain Regarding Paul Lemmen’s Charge of Elitism
Item via email, in response to this post:
Several friends are BCC'd, who I think may attest to the falsehood of the accusation of "elitism" Lemmen makes against me and others. It has always been my belief that loyalty is a matter of reciprocal obligation, that loyalty must be earned by long and faithful service, and that no one can command an undeserved loyalty of others.
If someone puts in 10 years of diligent toil with a company, he is in a far more compelling position to expect that the company reciprocate his loyalty than is the fellow who got hired last week. However, if a man believes the company's treatment of him is unjust, that his continued loyalty is wrongly scorned, he is morally obligated to leave and seek employment where his services are duly appreciated, rather than to become that awful thing, the Disgruntled Employee who spreads misery and discouragement throughout the organization.
Some of you may remember that in April, I was so profoundly discouraged that I actually quit blogging and was only persuaded to return through the earnest solicitations of Smitty and others. They convinced me that my services were yet valuable, and that my despair was unjustified. So I have resumed and continued blogging, and hope that I have in the past five months done some work to deserve the continued assistance and support of my friends.
Now, I know for a fact that the only reason Ali Akbar has been "doxed" and smeared is because he rallied to the defense of myself, Aaron Walker and others targeted by Brett Kimberlin. Similarly, Lee Stranahan has been targeted for smears because it was he who declared "Everybody Blog About Brett Kimberlin Day." The furtherance of these hateful smears by Paul Lemmen — and his claim that we are somehow guilty of "elitism" — bring us to confront a simple question: Who the fuck is Paul Lemmen that he thinks he can get away with this?
What has Paul Lemmen done to earn and deserve your trust?
Well, now, there's a good question.
But really, isn't the onus on "Champagne McCain" to prove that he's just one of us?
It's true that he invited me to the Scott Brown (as it turned out) victory celebration, and that I was able to meet up with him and Da Techguy in Manchester, NH, again at his invitation, along with Jay Tea of Wizbang. It's true that he has been of enormous help to numerous bloggers, most recently providing the cash for Zilla to start up Batshit Crazy News, which was Stacy's idea. It's true that he has hit my tip jar when I've been scratching for cash, and that he's linked me here and elsewhere on numerous occasions, and that he's just about the only other blogger who ever calls me up (excepting now and then Film Ladd), mostly just to chew the cud.
How he affords his Italian suits and his diamond-studded walking stick, his Ferraris, the enormous gems that glitter on his fingers, or the caviar, I will never know. Neither is it any of my business. I will never forget motoring up the cedar-lined drive to his manse overlooking the Shenandoah, and wondering how he could have purchased that stately domain on a blogger's salary—and with all those children. The missus greeted me politely in the foyer before whisking me to the gallery, where were gathered notables from government and media corporate bigwigs, all enjoying his excellent armagnac whilst McCain regaled them with tales of high hobnobbery. The dinner was sumptuous, and I omit detailing it only for brevity's sake. Later, he bested me deftly at his regulation snooker table in the billiard room, and offered me a fine Cubano from a box given him by Leon Panetta, and showed me his library, populated top to bottom with leather-bound first editions of classics in various languages, not only of Europe. We sat on the veranda and conversed on lofty themes, before I retired to my room, put up by the sweetly attired maidservants, whose decolletage I shall never forget.
I say it is none of my business. I am happy for him. The well-groomed horses gambolling on the elevated pasturage, the chinoiserie, the
footman footmen [thanks for the correction, Stacy], the gardeners (who happily went about their business both on the grounds and the rambling hothouse), the girls in French frocks practicing on their harpsichord, the young men reciting their Latin under the watchful ear of their tutor . . . who would not be charmed by such a display?
Elitist? Why, he sent a man down to the village to fetch me a PBR. Rubbish.
I, for one, hope that Stacy McCain will continue to bless us with his bloggings, the fruit of that noble brow which I have sometimes been fortunate to behold. I do not know why he bothers with me, nor do I understand why he would condescend to be injured by Paul Lemmen, whose choices in life have sometimes been regrettable, but I have reflected from time to time that he cares, God only knows why.
UPDATE: And now, a ditty by Butthurt Bacharach, in honor of @rsmccain's #TalkLikeAButthurtDay:
You see this guy? This guy's in love with you.
You're obligated to reciprocate,
Or I will blog a post or two . . .
Telling folks that you're bad, you've led me on,
And I've been had.
You'd better love me, or I will say your ugly cuz . . .
This is my butt. You've hurt this butt.
The only butt attached to this guy!
If not, you must die!
Perhaps later I will get around to The Bangles, if Stacy doesn't first.
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