For some reason that can only be explained by a deeply held belief that someone somewhere is in possession of pictures of Arthur Sulzberger Jr, fucking a chicken, the New York Times has decided to give up some weekly editorial space to Bill "Completely Fucking Wrong Even When He Orders Breakfast" Kristol.
Regarding the thin-lipped, smug, waddling idiot child of Irving and Gertrude who inexplicably landed a gig at Time, David Corn wrote:
In his columns and statements about Iraq, Kristol displayed little judgment or expertise. He was not informing the public; he was whipping it. He turned his wishes into pronouncements and helped move the country to a mismanaged and misguided war that has claimed the lives of thousands of Americans and hundreds of thousands of Iraqi civilians. That’s not journalism.
In an effectively functioning market of opinion-trading, Kristol’s views would be relegated to the bargain basement. And he ought to be doing penance, not penning columns for Time. But — fortunate for him — the world of punditry is a rather imperfect marketplace.
Quite frankly, Bill Kristol has been a miserable failure at everything he has ever done other than getting other people killed. Why he continues to get work outside of the regular wingnut welfare circuit is a major mystery.