Ruben, my loyal manservant, would you please get your nose out of the liquor cabinet and attend to the news reporters, camera people, and assorted visitors, dignitaries, and hangers-on waiting in the foyer! Tell them the press conference is about to begin.
Are the Stately Manor collectibles properly arrayed on the table? We’ve got to move that Evan McMullin merchandise before it gets old. Let’s offer to reduce the lifetime subscription rate to the blogge if they act now.
One more thing, if the Penguin is waddling out there like Burgess Meredith on LSD, please put him on ice. I won’t take any questions from him. He is fake news. His organization is terrible. O.K., I’m ready to go out and feed the beast.
Good morning, afternoon, or evening — depending on what time zone you identify with. Welcome to Stately Blaska Manor. Please hold your applause. Thank you.
First, I want to say that whatever the Squire may have done in Moscow stays in Moscow. It’s between Vladimir and me. I think that should settle that.
Second, I want to announce that I am putting control of the Blaska Policy Werkes and Tanning Salon in the hands of the indentured servants you see scurrying around me, unlettered though they may be. (Please do not make any sudden noises in their presence.) I will have no access to their work (“Policies for the average man while you tan”) — other than financial spreadsheets updated daily and the occasional Twitter.
I also wish to announce that, to combat global climate change, the Blaska Experimental Work Farm will remain fallow until some time in early May.
Third, we are deferring maintenance on Ol’ Sparky, our Eisenhower-era mainframe computer, pending a cash infusion from Jack Ma or an L.L. Bean executive.
We’d like to hear from you. Maybe
Now, as we begin the new year, I wish to announce new terms of admission to the Manor, the Work Farm, and the garden shed housing Ol’ Sparky. (The Policy Werkes is off limits to all but paying customers and the occasional hacker.)
Stately Blaska Manor welcomes visitors. We entertain comments. We invite dissent, as you can see from the comments accompanying each blogge. (If you come here directly to davidblaska.com, just click on the headline of each blogge.)
The Squire can be bought; we will not, however, be bored. If you have no point to make then you will be escorted out the door. We will not tolerate game-playing, changing the subject, or ad hominem attacks. You will address the subject raised — not a subject you wish had been raised if you had your own blog. (Which you don’t.)
Feel free to disagree but you are expected to counter with facts and/or argue the reasoning. Do so succinctly. I reserve the right to edit for brevity. If you really want to blow The Squire’s fuse, then you will argue a point that has not been made. (Do so at your peril.) You will place in evidence a fact that is not supported. (Do so at your peril.)
Here is a for instance: we asked the Penguin a direct question: “Should UW seek more intellectual diversity?” To answer, as he did, “That is a trick question,” is a disqualifier. Such a dissembling response invites revocation of his Stately Manor privileges. He challenged our assertion that it is easier to find a Marxist on university campuses (UW-Madison included). We linked to statistics making that case, to real-life examples, and to expert opinions. Even the indentured servants were unsettled by his dishonest equivocation.
And for gawd’s sake, read for comprehension. Don’t contest facts that were never put into evidence or disagree with arguments that were never made! (Penguin, I never said Sandefur made any “suggestions;” so don’t claim you don’t know enough about his non-existent suggestions that you can’t endorse them. That is a non-sequitur.)
Another point: this is not Facebook. The Manor does not house on-going colloquy; we have no patience for unlimited back and forth. Make your point and get the hell out.
Understand this: just because you have deposited a comment at our door does not mean it will be taken into the library. (Works the same way at the WI State Journal and the NY Times.)
Finally, we admit a bias in favor of commenters who use their real names. We use ours for the world to see. Ashamed of your opinion?
My Stately Manor, my rules.
Ruben Mamoulian, pour the cocktails!