Wingnut Welfare to the Rescue

NRO contributor Jonah "My mom still gives me an allowance" Goldberg sups delicately at the teat of charity for conservative bloggers once again.

Jack Fowler — publisher extraordinaire — has agreed to buy a limited number of books for National Review which I will be selling signed copies of through NRO (at, alas, a slight premium to what you'd pay at Amazon or Barnes & Noble to cover shipping and the rest).

Jack Fowler is, naturally, associate editor of National Review.

If Goldberg were any more of a welfare case, he'd be one of the babies in Chris Muir's endlessly breastfeeding comic saga.

The Passing of the Prime of Miss Ann Althouse

Ann, Ann, Melots are red
Cameras lights are blinking green
And your face is aglow
While the Idols moan low, so
Come out to the Vlog, Ann

Ann, Ann, you were young and alive
Dreaming your Camelot dreams
But then fame passed you by,
now you Vlog while high
Open your eyes, bonnie Ann

For Ann, Ann, Merlots are red
And camera lights are blinking green
While the comments are ablaze with the sychophants' yelping praise
Come into the Vlog, bonnie Ann

(Crossposted at the comments section of TBogg's hacienda.)