I’ve really left the Pajamas Media thing to superior wits. But you have to wonder what part of boardmember Michael Ledeen they didn’t get?
With all the kindness in my heart that I could scrape together on short notice, I tried to warn The Nation’s David Corn that by lending his name to the blog roster of Pajamas Media, he risked being associated with the worst sort of wharf rats and riffraff. None would condemn him for seeking other inklings of steady income, but not if it meant working the piano bar in a house of ill-repute. Corn spurned my well-intentioned counsel, deflecting my Polonious advice by casting aspersions upon Vanity Fair. If he had only listened, he might have spared himself needless shame. That’s what happens when you let pride overrule the nagging voice of reason. Today Corn no doubt wishes he had heeded mine and similar admonitions, given the industrial-strength stinker Pajamas Media has become, the internet’s first Edsel. I mean, it renames itself Pajamas Media–after the inept interlude of branding itself Open Source Media–and unveils its new cartoon logo: a bathrobe. To quote a line from David Mamet, these guys could fuck up a baked potato.
Well, maybe Michael Ledeen.