Smarter Andrew Sullivan

Recently I revealed at The Rittenhouse Review that I was the until-then anonymous author of this site, Smarter Andrew Sullivan. [Ed.: See the "Bio & Contact" section of the sidebar located in the right-most column at Rittenhouse.]

The only reason I post this here today is because I was challenged to do so by a gnarly commenter at the indispensible weblog, Roger Ailes in the post entitled, "Smarter Indeed."

I hope you enjoyed the site.

-- Jim Capozzola

It is with a mixture of regret and satisfaction that I announce that Smarter Andrew Sullivan, known as “SASsy” to its friends, will be going on hiatus for an undetermined period of time due to several pressing personal engagements.

With regret, because when it comes to Andy there is so much work to be done and never enough time to do it.

And also with regret because the great Media Whores Online recently gave a much-appreciated nod to SASsy, leaving me feeling obligated to wage the good fight MWO sees this and other sites fulfilling given the prevailing climate in and condition of the media in America.

With satisfaction, because more and more people are recognizing that Andy just isn’t interesting anymore. He’s become predictable, shrill, petty, tiresome, and just plain boring. This endeavor isn’t as fun or as challenging as it once was.

And also with satisfaction because the explosion of the blogging phenomenon has brought many more voices into the field of abnormal psychology known as Sullivanology.

And so I leave you--if only for a while--in the capable hands of my many colleagues: SullyWatch, Roger Ailes, Eschaton, Rittenhouse, Max Sawicky, Oliver Willis, Brad DeLong, and Bob Somerby, among many others.

Oh, for Christ’s sake, enough with the Howell Raines stuff already.

Face it, Andy, you were fired.

You lost your job.

You were canned.

You were pink-slipped.

You fucked up.

The Times dumped your ass.

They said, “Sayonara, baby!”

They gave you the old “Heave ho!”

You were fired because your writing sucks and, yes, probably because you took a little too much joy from criticizing the house. Nothing wrong with that, something you may learn now that you’re actually an employer (of sorts, and no, editing the New Republic doesn’t count, because we all know about Martin Peretz).

So quit with the I’m-so-principled act and DEAL WITH IT!

Andy can be hilarious, especially when he doesn’t intend to be.

Here’s the world’s most comical gay “pundit” writing today about the world’s most eloquent gay journalist:

“SIGNORILE MAKES SENSE: Yes, it can happen. He makes some decent points in this piece about the AIDS death of Herb Ritts and the new silence surrounding the epidemic.”

The reference, in case you missed Andy’s (“Signorile”) or mine (“the world’s most eloquent gay journalist”), is to Michelangelo Signorile and his latest column in Newsday, “Don’t Hide the Truth About AIDS.”

Give it up, Andy. Mike is so far out of your league it’s not even funny.