I GIVE UP ON HARPER’S: What happens when you gaze so deeply into your own navel that you can’t turn your head without rubbing your chin on your asscheeks? You get the cover article below in this month’s mag.

Look, I care about gay rights. I care about the Episcopal Church I just baptized my daughter into. I care about the increasing power of the African leaders in this (or any) organization. But this article was barely about any of those. It was, as always with Harper’s, about the author.

It was the same relentless narcissism I get every time I’ve opened the damn magazine. No wonder their website sucks unreconstructed leftist rocks. If it were online, the righty blogosphere (not exactly the home of the sharpest tools in the woodshed at this point in time) would tear the thing apart for sport.