Digby: Nothing A Glass of Bourbon Couldn't Cure

I got in late last night and was able to only muster a short spurt of lefty blogger vitriol for Richard Cohen before I collapsed, but I've had my coffee and I realize that I'm not finished with him.

First, let's just stipulate that this "war" between the blogosphere, its readers and the mainstream media is completely understandable. People like Cohen's only feedback for thirty years has been a letter or two from cranky old ladies in Bethesda and a good natured spirited debate about motherhood over a bottle of fine 1998 Hirsch Vineyard Pinot Noir at George Tenent's house. He is out of touch. And that is the problem.