Mike Hudson gets a whole column out of an exchange with Fumento:
I decided to e-mail Fumento and gloat about his descent into ignominy. I told him that, given his positions on Love Canal and Gulf War Syndrome, it wasn’t surprising to hear that he was bought and paid for by a chemical company. What sweet irony.
“Time wounds all heels,” I reminded him at the end of the brief message.
Imagine my surprise when, nine minutes later, Fumento replied.
He bragged about having “exposed” Hanchette for “lying about a perfectly safe place called Love Canal.” The humorless quality of his post was likely the sign of a general depression at having been so publicly disgraced, I figured, and I decided to leave him alone.
But sitting forsaken in his Washington townhouse, Fumento was fuming. He couldn’t let it go. Twenty-seven minutes later, he fired off another e-mail.
“Plus, I forgot the real advantage of no longer having a weekly column,” he wrote. “I can now pursue my lifelong dream of becoming editor of a pissant (sic) newspaper!”
I was reminded of the “Seinfeld” episode in which George thinks of a witty rejoinder to a competitor’s barb only after the meeting has ended and he’s driving home. …
Cathy Seipp also got a whole column out of Fumento’s thin skin.
I’ve been bemused to notice lately that these sorority slambook style attacks now come more from men than from women. One touchy men’s rights guy regularly calls me some variation of a “man-hating, peroxide feminist,” which always makes me wonder: Is that worse than being a man-hating, naturally platinum blonde feminist?
Fumento then posted my photo on his own website, asking, “Does this woman not look like a mouse that drowned in a bottle of Old Milwaukee?”
Other folks are also having fun with Fumento. John Fleck got this comment
Guess again, loser. Enter my name and “cell phones” into Google news and what pops up? Why, it’s a column! And don’t try to pretend those are the only pick-ups I got; those are the only ones so far from a column sent out yesterday that were put online and spidered by Google. I also maintained my column directly with the largest of the Scripps Howard newspapers, the New York Post. But meanwhile, you still have your little ol’ Albuquerque column. Don’t let anybody tell you you’re just a worthless pissant. (Even if it’s true…)
Alas, if you do the Google news search he suggests, you find that his column only appeared on a few web sites and not in any newspapers.
John Quiggin got this one:
“Apart from the fact that most of them have at least one individual shill or fraud already exposed (AEI with Lott, Hudson with Fumento . . . ”
Please explain in your own words how I was either a shill or fraud, whereupon I will respond and shred them. It’s so easy to make an accusation, so much more difficult to back it up.
Quiggin explained it, but is still waiting for the promised shredding…
And lucky me, I find that I got a response to my post on Fumento’s lack of a denial of his sock puppetry
Tim Lambert, little child of the Outback, is desperate for me to post a comment on his website denying that I set up a sock puppet. For one, he’d sell his mother’s soul to increase his declining blog rankings by one iota. For another, he’d succeed in making me break my vow not to post on his silly little site. So he continues to say I’ve made no denial since I’ve made none on Deltoid — a rather egocentric view of the world to say the least. What’s most interesting is the paucity of comments he’s gotten on his “still no denial” charge and even the lack of interest shown by those who did comment. In other words, if I did set up a sock puppet it appears nobody but Lambert and his human sockpuppet John (“Duh, whaddya want me to say, Tim?”) Fleck seems to care. Alternatively, they may not believe Lambert. Might be a reason for that, since he’s played these games before and set up his own sock puppets. So again and for the last time I will deny ON THIS SITE but not on Lambert’s that I have never posted under any name but my own, his ability to slap together a name with my IP address on a graphic notwithstanding. (I’ll bet he spends his spare time putting actresses heads on the bodies of nude models.)
Finally Tim, if you won’t get psychiatric help then at least get something else — a life.
Those double negatives can be tricky. Maybe he was trying to deny it, but he seems to have actually admitted it.
And Bradley J. Fikes hasn’t been insulted by Fumento yet, but soon will be after writing this column:
Science and traditional journalism have an important principle in common: the
concept of objectivity. Whether performing an experiment or writing a news story, the scientist or journalist is supposed to make sure one’s personal beliefs don’t get in the way of the facts or present a misleading picture. And when there is personal involvement, disclosure is the best policy.
Failure to meet those ethical standards is why Michael Fumento, the self-proclaimed “extremely pro-biotech” writer and acerbic conservative pundit, was dropped by Scripps Howard News Service earlier this month.