Wolcott
James Wolcott, by day, writes long cultural criticism pieces for Vanity Fair magazine. By night, though, he retreats to his laptop and maintains what must be the most viciously funny, pleasurable blog out there. The targets of Wolcott's wrath? Right-wing talking heads, bloviating bloggers, and the nitwit gang that writes for that august chronicle of conservatism, the National Review.
Wolcott's own politics, needless to say, are far closer to Che Guevara than Bill Clinton. When he approvingly cites a Counterpunch article or something else from the left's lunatic fringe, I scowl and furiously scroll on. Before long, though, I always find a choice skewering of a Republican who certainly deserves one.
I usually hate bloggers who describe themselves as "bombthrowers", and so avoid sites like Pandagon, Atrios, Oliver Willis, and Altercation like the plague. The world of punditry has far too much heat and not enough light for me to bother with obnoxious partisans. Somehow, though, Wolcott does it with just enough style and flair that keeps you coming back for more.
