Posted by
Chris Clarke on 07/12 at 04:34 PM
Elayne Riggs, who is very perceptive, criticized my rather slapdash parody of Prufrock a couple weeks back for being too much “inside baseball.”
And she was right. It was a grudge piece, written to target rabies-con blogger Jeff Goldstein. I had had about enough of his consistent and clumsy attempts to insult friends and people I admire, the victim in the particular post that spurred the satire being Amanda Marcotte. It was the last straw, and I resorted to the most fearsome weapon in my rhetorical arsenal, and let’s ignore for now the fact that the most fearsome weapon in my rhetorical arsenal is satirizing a poem that generations of high school students have already mocked.
People said some very flattering things about the piece, including some of Goldstein’s friends and admirers, and I’m grateful for that, and then I went out to the desert and had five minutes of net access at a time every other day for a week. And then I come back and find out that somehow the right has decided Jeff Goldstein is a martyr.
I beg the indulgence of those of you who agreed with Elayne about the in-group humor, the sniping at obscure and worthless targets. I wrote the poem because a friend had been slandered one too many times and I got pissed off. I knew at the time that I could have spent my time more productively, and you’ll see a self-mocking aside in the URL of the Prufrock satire.
Ordinarily I’d agree that the guy’s not worth my effort. True, Goldstein is certainly in the top quintile of repulsive net personalities. Aside from his relentless fixation with Amanda’s social life and body parts, he’s published scatological sexual fantasies about Lindsay Beyerstein, joked about raping Jill from Feministe, outed anonymous bloggers Thersites and NYMary, published Roxanne Cooper’s contact information in retaliation for a satire she produced, and the list goes on. His fans are a mixed bag, from the vile to the merely misguided, and at least one of them followed a less-than-flattering link from Goldstein’s blog to CRN, and proceeded to make a bizarre and off-topic death threat against Zeke.
But still: there are dozens like him, perhaps hundreds, and I was fully prepared to just take my shot and let things rest there. But apparently I’m now an accessory to threatening child molestation and to denial of service attacks.
It turns out that a sadly deluded, unconstructive idiot named Deb Frisch decided to take Goldstein on in comments at his blog, and rather than choosing the path I took — attempting to outshine him by aspiring to erudition far in excess of that I can honestly claim — she instead decided to roll around in the dirt with him. Frisch made some comments about sexual assault of Goldstein’s son and other repugnant statements. I would point out that from what I have seen, the comments were not substantially different in tone or content from those Goldstein routinely allows to remain on his site: just aimed at Goldstein’s family.
This was followed by what is being described as a denial of service attack on Goldstein’s blog by persons unknown.
How am I involved in this? Well, not to put too fine a point on it, I’m not. But The Commissar, at his blog “Politburo Diktat" claims that I — along with a number of other bloggers I admire, and some I’ve never read — am complicit in Frisch’s attack and the as yet unresolved DDOS because each of us criticized Goldstein. My Prufrock satire, you see, was part of a mob attack that aided and gave comfort to Frisch, enabling her to make some spectacularly stupid and offensive comments on a blog, which turns out, while I was out of range, to have become the cause celebre flavor of the month among neocon bloggers, who are now holding up Goldstein as some sort of martyr to decorum.
And I’d ignore that, too, had I my druthers, because it’s just so predictably whiny and stupid. Just like I basically ignored the stupid death threat made against Zeke, a course Goldstein would have been well advised to take. But I have been called out as complicit in threatening Goldstein Jr., who is innocent of his father’s sins, so I feel obliged to say something for the record. This is my response, and I hope it’ll be the last thing I say on this particular topic.
I don’t know what’s up with the denial of service attack, who’s behind it, or whether it is actually taking place. I hate denial of service attacks. I fully support Goldstein’s right to freely and publicly espouse the filth and garbage he spews, excepting those actionable, libelous or harassing occasions for which someone is going to haul his sorry ass before a civil court one of these days, in which event I fully support Goldstein’s right to counsel.
Frisch’s actions were offensive and stupid. They were apparently designed to upset Goldstein’s family in addition to Goldstein himself. They are every bit as reprehensible as the hundreds of similar comments made by Goldstein and his regular readers that sink to the same level. They are perhaps somewhat less reprehensible than some comments at Goldstein’s blog that explicitly call for violence to be done against political opponents, or than Goldstein’s outing of anonymous bloggers, which not only served to bring the dispute to bloggers’ homes but enabled his more unstable readers to contact Goldstein’s opponents, thus using his flying monkeys as a force multiplier.
But for the benefit of those people, The Commissar apparently among them, who confuse ranking evils on a scale running from “bad” to “really bad” with actually endorsing the evils gauged as slightly lesser, let me say this straight out to dispell any misconceptions:
I am appalled by Deb Frisch’s crude, offensive, and arguably threatening statements. I condemn them.
I’m also appalled by the burning of the Reichstag, and I condemn it in no uncertain terms. And all those chickens: I condemn each and every feather on their backs as they come home to roost. And I further and summarily disavow all of the fruits of the seeds Goldstein may or may not have sown, though I fully support his right to reap them as he sees fit.
And if any of Jeff Goldstein’s future and inevitable reprehensible comments rise above his usual irrelevance horizon, I will likely condemn them too, as I did with the post that so bothered The Commissar, for which I have neither apologies nor regrets.
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