Atrios. For he is mighty.
Yglesias. Still smart, when he isn't being Plato. Still compassionate, when he isn't being clever. Gives a shit. Hates dill. My favorite blogger.
Edith Z. Smart in the real sense, not the Internet sense. Funny in the real sense, not the Internet sense. Can write, can really write.
Pareene. The boss. My personal hero.
Conor Friedersdorf. So wonderfully sweet and sad and square. Wrong on domestic policy but probably about five years and fatherhood away from being a socialist.
Andrew Sullivan. Has spent decades considering what the politics of Andrew Sullivan mean; has gotten it spectacularly, incredibly wrong. A guy who constantly asks himself who he is and passionately, agonizingly fails-- what's not to love? A romantic figure.
Sady Doyle. Kicked my ass. Doesn't take much more than that.
Wilkinson. Cranky. Wrong about many things. Kind of a dicknose. Hates war. Detests violence. Thoroughly incorruptible. I'll take it.
Moe T. Commie. Independent. A throat slitter.
Jamelle. The refutation of Freddie: built a career. Stayed real. Stayed angry.
Corey Robin: More radical on substance than on style, which goes a long way. What American progressivism could be if it wasn't a sinkhole of self-hatred and uselessness. Wrote a book you should read.
El Bhask: Has managed to be juuuuuuuuust enough of a punk. Gets it right. Annoyingly young.
Alyssa Rosenberg. Smarter than me. Careful. Talented.
John Cole. You know how the media thinks that someone is thoughtful if they think their way into the perfect mathematical median position between the media's perception of right and left? Yeah, the complete opposite of that. Thoughtful the way you can be if you aren't doing it so that other people call you thoughtful. The realest of all.
David Brooks. Just kidding, fuck that dude.
Falguni Sheth. Ferocious and brilliant.
Daniel Larison. Hung up on old timey values, like not killing people and the equal dignity of all human life. Wouldn't play Dungeons and Dragons with you but would bring snacks down to the basement while you did. (I'm guessing.)
Derek Thompson. An ace finance reporter escaped from the planet Gee Whiz. Slow thinker in the best sense.
Chris Hayes. I've only seen his show a couple times but when I have I've imagined him to be outrageously high. Seems like a good guy to drive around Ontario in a van with, looking for Sasquatch or following Firehose on tour.
Dana Goldstein. Has her particular jams locked down. Never mixes up her skepticism with her irony, which is advanced.
Choire Sicha. Elegant. Recognizes the deep savvy of true gentility. Reaches profound compassion through total exhaustion.
Michael Brendan Doughetry. Sad-eyed. Sharp. Bearded.
Radley Balko. I mean... dude actually has gotten real innocent people out of actual, real jail. Really. In real life. You can't hate on that.
Glenn Greenwald. Just the best, you know? Just the best. Plus I get the sense that his cats are named something funny and endearing, like Mr. Sherbert and Paddington or some such.
Freddie. So, so much worse than you know about all the things you already hate him for. Writes a list full of people who would prefer not to be on it. Doesn't give a shit. Never runs for cover. Never runs to friends. Forever free. Experiences blogging exactly like this: