And If You Keep Giving Me Those Looks I’m Gonna Poke You In The Eye»

Jonah Goldberg — no longer journalism’s worst Goldberg! — has an open call that I think you should answer:

About a month ago, I called Ramesh in a panic because I’d forgotten that I was slated to do a Close-Up Foundation interview on the Bush legacy and I hadn’t thought too much about it. Fortunately, not only did Ramesh have some great thoughts, but I was wrong about the date — by a month (I’d entered it into my PDA wrong). Anyway, I’m doing the interview this Thursday and while I have my thoughts far better organized, I thought it’d be interesting to know what NRO readers think Bush’s legacy will be. Please send thoughts — hopefully constructive — to JonahResearch@AOL.com.

Sadly No!, which I think should be this blog’s boyfriend — its girlfriend is totally Jezebel, but it’s cheating with both Erica and Joy — remarks, brilliantly:

Why should anybody ask for your opinion on anything, dude? You have less credibility than a 9/11 Truther. Because, say what you will about the Truthers, they don’t abandon their crazy and insane delusions just because they suddenly become politically inconvenient.

Oh snap dude!

Dogs Of War Bark And Bite»

One of my favorite black-humored military lunatics, Bob Mackey, has finally fallen victim to misjudgment and started a blog. Welcome into this world Rows of Burnished Steel, which Bob inaugurates — as men of a certain age in the Army seemingly must — by posing the question: What does the Ballad of H.R. McMaster augur for me?

The answer is that there was no hope. The Organization Men had won. Officers who sold the company product, who towed the company barge, who mindlessly repeated the company line, would be rewarded. Those who could do 100 pushups in 2 minutes…those were officers who should be generals! Graduate degrees? Boy, you tryin’ to git smart on us? We’uns don’t cotton to no brain-ifying in this here Army.

I walked. I walked in at 18, a day before I graduated high school in rural Arkansas. I wanted to “shoot guns and jump out of airplanes.” And I walked out at 43. Private to Lieutenant Colonel. The Army was good to me, I had no complaints.

But there was a limit. McMaster found it. Others discovered it as well. As did I.

When Bob sobers up, he’s going to be greeted with two throbbing, immediate truths: first, the COIN Jedi Knight McMaster is probably going to get his first star, since David Petraeus presided over this last round of round of promotions; and second, Google Cache is forever. Now, and forevermore, Bob Mackey is Too Hot For DOD.