Who's Watching the Nutjob Watchers?

Why, I am, of course. And I'm laughing my fine wide arse off, too.

Some of you might remember who Nick Coleman is. No one's going to be mad at you if you don't. But just to refresh your memory he's a columnist with the Strib who apparently has an axe to grind with bloggers in general, and the Powerline guys in particular. Remember Nick? He reportedly "knows stuff" because he's a "reporter." That bloggers are, in his opinion, and this is just off the top of my head, "vicious and vacuous."

Yeah. That guy.

Well, anyway, Nick recently got himself a job on the radio. On the Twin Cities Air America affiliate. As part of his radio schtick, he wants ewerywone to be wery, wery quiet. He's hunting wocal bwoggers.

{...}Earlier this week he sent a “secret agent” (who apparently works under cover as the producer on his radio show) to “infiltrate” (also known as not introducing yourself) the “61st Minute” event at the Marriott. And last night agent double-o-moonbat also apparently “infiltrated” Keegan’s. Since the place is open to the public and was quite a bustling place yesterday, I had assumed the non-bloggers there were something we call "customers." Now I know better. They were all spies. Welcome to a little slice of Coleman's paranoia.

This is not normal behavior. Walking into public establishments observing things and reporting about what you saw is usually done under the name “reporting,” even if it’s half-assed and crappy reporting a la Nick Coleman. But no. In Nick’s advanced delusional state, he’s a spymaster exposing the “right wing noise machine” by "infiltrating" our secret (though well-publicized) gatherings.{...}

Go read Doug's whole post and make sure to follow the links. It gets weirder. And funnier, if you ask me. I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried and generally fiction is not a problem area for me, ya dig?