When your grandmother is a notorious dirty-tricks operative who slept her way through Washington, D.C and your father is brainless political operative whose claim to fame is calling people Nazis, you know you're not going to get out of childhood without frequent and severe humiliation. And so it begins: Jonah Goldberg twitters:
Stuff my daughter says: "Mommy! Daddy! Did you know I can touch my uvula without throwing up?"
10:54 AM Sep 6th from web
hat tip to TBogg.
Oh sweet Jesus.
Smoking cigar on my patio. Working on proposal for next book. Can't believe I'm going through that hell again.
Let me guess: Liberal Cannibalism: The Secret History of the Missionary-Eating Left, from the Donner Party to Obama's Mama.
I'd feel sorry for Jonah's daughter but she'll probably grow up reading Ayn Rand and fancying herself a boot-strapping intellectual who rose to fame through sheer brain-power.
Poor Jonah, going through the unwanted hell of writing a book. That's the worst horror I've read of since Megan slept outside for the iPhone.
Well, at least he doesn't have to actually research it. That would be truly unbearable.
That's what research assistants and reader blegs are for.
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