It's all over for Charles Johnson at Little Green Footballs. His descent into madness is finally complete; finally, most mainstream bloggers realize that there's been something amiss at Little Green Footballs for years now.
Robert Stacy McCain's put Charles in his place. You'll have to read his post. Warning...there's ruthlessness involved. Savory ruthlessness, it's what's for dinner.
(Oh, and remind yourself not to ever get on the wrong side of RSM!)
UPDATE: I'd forgotten this. Date night with James Wolcott.