Gerard Van Der Leun takes Markos Zuniga’s non-apology apology, and fisks it down to the marrow: Father Forgive Me for I Must Fisk. A taste:

>So I said something pretty stupid last week.
No. You said many stupid things last week. You said one very evil thing.
We are talking about your evil statement, which you’ve since hidden in shame. If we were talking about your stupid statements… well, we just don’t have that many terabytes available.

>I served up the wingnuts
No. You were writing for your acolytes deep within the self-serving “diaries” of your site. You did not serve up anything. You were taking a victory lap in front of the grandstand of people you knew would applaud you. You served up nothing. You were preening for your peers. You basked in the hundreds of soft-strokes and nods of approval in the comments that followed. Then the evil nature of what you said was seen and you were outed. There was nothing brave or forthright about what you wrote or what you did afterwards to cover your tracks. The “wingnuts” did not condemn you. Decent men and women condemned you. But since you have no decency, you cannot see that.

> a big, juicy softball.
No. It was not a ‘softball’ nor any other sporting object. It was a statement filled with spite, hate, and treason. We all saw it for what it was. It was a small dropping of a smaller mind. It had no “juice,” but was as dry and withered and repellent as something run over and found mummified on the side of the Interstate.

>They went into a tizzy,
No. Decent men and women who read your words were appalled, but did not go into a “tizzy.” Decent people have much more gravitas than that. The only person who might characterize the reaction as a “tizzy” would be an aging adolescent whose character is built on an artificial notion of self-esteem. You know, a narcissist.