Here's the gist:

We read and pay attention. Kos has built up a ocean of trust that you can only envy.

But that's the whole point of this, isn't it? You and your ilk are envious, bitter and desperate.

Well, I've got some advice for you: go back to whatever cave you crawled out of and teach yourself something about honesty. Because that's where trust begins.

This might be the first time I've gone to Kos' site.

But I was alive and watching during dot.coms. I watched Ameritrade companies go up and down and could watch people take money. Being a "poor 30-some-odd year old graduate student" is no excuse for bilking people of their money. Even if Kos had a sleazy partner for a while doesn't make him sleazy, too, mind. But that's not substantiated because apparently Jerome Armstrong is still negotiating with the SEC or some such. Never mind.

But I do hate those little sissy fists of fury raised while telling people:

If you still hold a subscription to that magazine, it really is time to call it quits. If you see it in a magazine rack, you might as well move it behind the National Review or even NewsMax, since that's who they want to be associated with these days.

Or:

Sad, perhaps. But this is apparently the price one pays for crashing the gate. (Plug for book there.)

In honor of Father's Day, here is a picture of my father. He was a Democrat until the day he died at 78, 1990, July 5.

UPDATE: Here is a clear description of the whole kerfuffle, with some thoughts to the future of blogs.

UPDATE II: Capitalist running dog right-wing neo-con conspiring owner of The New Republic weighs in. (Thank you, Dr. Reynolds.)