As most of us have noticed and enjoyed, Paul Krugman allowed himself the well-deserved pleasure of a bit of "nyah, nyah" at Andrew Sullivan's expense on Friday.
Sully's response was predictably conflicted -- on the plus side, a willingness to publish some mildly critical comments from readers (as with most self-identified conservatives, his blog does not permit comments), and some grudging acknowledgement of a few eensy weensy errors in judgement.
On the minus side, there are the requisite Sully half-truths, blame avoidance and self-delusion. SullyWatch chronicles the nonsense.
No question that Sully's absurd warblogging warrants considerable ridicule. But his recent tentative wandering off the Kool Aid reservation brings up a larger question: how should we deal with the collaborators?
My recommendation: when the rats jump our way, let's keep the public retribution to a minimum. As much fun as it is to punish them, and as much as they deserve it, there are real benefits to taking the high road.
Will we get credit in the long run for our generosity? Yeah, right. Evil maintains a ledger and rewards the charity extended to it -- right after the flying pig exhibition wraps up.
The utlilitarian reason for limiting our gloating, and the torturing of the wingers trying to find spots in the lifeboats is much more immediate. We need them -- need them to join our chorus, need them to denounce Bush and his bloody crusade, and need them to form a steady parade into the reality-based community. And to get those things, we need them to feel comfortable coming our way. So we should bite our tongues and welcome them with open arms.
But jeez, Louise... what a wanker.
(Photo from the greatest photog ever -- Henri Cartier-Bresson)