Okay. I admit it.
I’m on JournoList.
Ummm … but now that I’ve told ya, I’m gonna hafta kill ya. I mean, the thing is strictly Top Secret. That’s the way it works when you’re a conspiracy whose tentacles reach into the deepest recesses of the American power structure, corrupting the otherwise pristine practice of journalism in the process.
Anyway, the Elders of Zion, our parent organization, insists on it. We do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame. Or something.
In fact and in truth, I’m thrilled. I missed being on the Nixon enemies list because I hadn’t actually done anything that signficantly annoyed Nixon, and although I was barely old enough to vote when he left office I’ve always been secretly ashamed of not making the cut. And now I have Mickey Kaus jealous of me, and Ed Morrissey at Hot Air ranting about a “Secret liberal journalist cabal” while the Hot Air commenters go incoherent with rage. (Okay, so that’s pretty much their normal state. Still, it’s nice to be noticed.)
If Washington is Hollywood for ugly people, J-List (as we insiders call it) is Skull & Bones for people who aren’t pompous preppies. I’m on it, and Mickey Kaus isn’t. And that’s the whole point.