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Have you ever been at a party and had a swell time drinking fancy drinks with nifty folks and suddenly you look up, it's 3:30 in the morning, all the cool kids have gone home, and you're stuck on a pee-stained couch drinking vodka and milk cocktails with a pimpled, silent loser pawing your knee? That is the story of theNational Review, where David Frum says he'll no longer be writing. (In this somewhat tortured metaphor, Frum is actually one of the "cool kids," the party is over, and you have to give Kathryn Jean Lopez a ride home and hope she doesn't vomit in your car.)


David Frum is the father of the "axis of evil," a reliable conservative, known twit, generator of mealy-mouthed commentaries for NPR's Marketplace and NR blogger. (According to Wonkette Editor Ken Layne, "He also looks exactly like the Beatles manager who committed suicide because he was a lonesome queer.")

None of the wingnuts at The Corner ever had a problem with David Frum until, along with such Communists as Peggy Noonan and Christopher Buckley and David Brooks and Kathleen Parker, he started pointing out that the Republican party has become the party of mouth-breathing illiterate cretins. For this he has been BANISHED.

Now David Frum, a prominent conservative writer who enmeshed himself in a minor dustup during the campaign by turning negative on Governor Palin, is leaving, too. In an interview, he said he planned to leave the magazine, where he writes a popular blog, to strike out on his own on the Web.

“The answers to the Republican dilemma are not obvious and we need a vibrant discussion,” he said. “I think a little more distance can help everybody do a better job of keeping their temper.”

So, to recap: NR has now lost Buckley and Frum. The only scribes who remain are K-Lo, Starburst, and their fat Mexican secretary, Jonah Goldberg. Together this threesome will save American conservatism.

At National Review, a Threat to Its Reputation for Erudition [New York Times]

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'Miga and Carlos' by Wonkette Operative 'Chica'

It's Father's Day, which means it's time for Yr Dok Zoom and his son to go to brunch and check out the downtown Boise Father's Day Car Show so we can ooh and ah over the very same Corvettes 'n' Mustangs 'n' lovingly-restored classic cars that are there every year, and I will probably once again point at the '68 Beetle converted to run on electricity and say, "Oh look, a Voltswagen!" Traditions matter. (Kid Zoom is 22, so I may also/instead meet him for cocktails later like grown up human people.)

Don't worry about any deep thoughts on the Meaning of Fatherhood here -- we're just going to enjoy the goofy side of dadding, which as far as I'm concerned is the best thing I've done with my time. Especially since my role model for parenting was the unnamed Dad from "Calvin and Hobbes."

As any fool knows, ice rises to the top of liquids because it's cold, and just wants to be closer to the sun so it can warm up. It's all in the book you get when you become a father.

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