The OC Gets A Shout-Out
Tonight is the Collegiate Network’s 25th anniversary here in DC. While the Commentator has always been something like the black sheep of the family, the National Review’s John J. Miller thinks we belong:
Thats sort of what the CN has done for the conservative movement. For the past quarter century, it has supported a loose association of student publications whose names you probably do know: the Dartmouth Review, the Harvard Salient, the Stanford Review, the Oregon Commentator, the Virginia Advocate the list is long. Just about every elite college campus in America is now home to a conservative newspaper or magazine.
Bret and I are unpacking our best suits (for me, my only suit) out of the back of our closets and plan to rub elbows with conservative journalism’s elite. If anyone there doubts the need for a dissenting voice at this school, I’ll be sure to mention the vagitators…
December 2nd, 2004 at 11:32 am
Have fun, don’t give them the impression that all conservatives Oregon is full of drunk’s who worship a living beer mug… Then again I’m a Wyoming liberal, so that might help the cause…
Peace,
Chris
December 2nd, 2004 at 11:33 am
that should read “that all conservatives in Oregon are drunks who etc.” My bad.
Peace,
Chris
December 2nd, 2004 at 11:34 am
Somebody should tell Miller that we didn’t get an invite to the conference this year.
December 2nd, 2004 at 11:49 am
If you see Jonah Goldberg there, tell him that I didn’t use our e-mail conversations in my Info Gathering paper, so he can now rest easy at night.
December 2nd, 2004 at 2:12 pm
The last time I saw him, I almost spilled my drink on him. The time before that, I told him he was fat. I’ll do my best.
December 2nd, 2004 at 2:26 pm
Yeah, he’s a grade-A douche bag. But please, if you’re going to spill a drink on him, make sure it’s kosher.
December 2nd, 2004 at 6:38 pm
Yes, do remember us to them, and thank them for the dis-invitation…
December 2nd, 2004 at 9:25 pm
You’ll all be happy (maybe) to know that I didn’t end up going. On the way out I locked myself out of my apartment — I had to wait around to get let in by the rental agency because if I’d waited until after it would have cost me twice as much. By the time they came, I’d missed the reception and the dinner had started. (All apologies, Mr. Jacobson.) I ended up drinking eggnog and whiskey with Pfeiffer and watching basketball on TNT.
As Homer/Max Power would say: And that’s the end of that chapter!
February 13th, 2005 at 5:08 pm
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