Spencer Ackerman is (a) what the world needs now, (b) a new Frank Sinatra, (c) the bane of my existence, or (d) all of the above.

July 10, 2009, 6:59 pm

It goes without saying—or should—that Spencer Ackerman is a national treasure.  I never comment over there because of one of the folks who does, but Spencer damn near tops my increasingly shorter list of essential morning reads.  That said, on those days I don’t have time to read in the mornings, I don’t—because I can’t—read him at all.  My brain translates this:


Into this:


And I just can’t sleep once I’ve see that.

(This is less of a post and more of a frank admission of admiration.  If all his peers had half his tenacity, DeLong could excise one loathsome category from his site.)


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