This afternoon your editor, who first interviewed South Carolina’s only ever black U.S. Senate candidate last summer, called up Alvin Greene and asked for the Daoist monk’s perspective on saying goodbye when it’s difficult to let go. Greene’s response?
He hung up.
Singular enlightenment! This is the only answer to the question. In truth, there is no hello in life. There is only goodbye. The defining characteristic of all things in life is that they end. This is its constant state. Only The Way flows eternal. To find it, we must accept that all other things are impermanent.
It is this lesson I leave you, dear friends, on this, my final day at Wonkette.




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later gator
You do know the whole "end of the world" thing scheduled for tomorrow is bullshit, right?
A Diós, Jack. You provided much fun here. Good luck in the future!
Ken, the recession's declared to be over. You're supposed to be hiring people, not laying them off. Plus we're all terrified of living on a steady diet of Gloom Bombs.
Seriously. I expect the kool-aid to be handed out on monday.
When life hands you gloom bombs, make ground blooms.
Say it isn't so,
Joe, Jack?Happy Trails, kiddo.
Wow, this really is retro week!
Ugh! Jack's leaving? I feel like a kid who just found out my dad's been banging the maid and now I have to split my inheritance with some bastard.
Oy, that's so perfect a description.
To his credit, Jack, he did let it go.
deit: Dude, didn't even read the last line. May the snark be with you.
Oh NO! Don't go! Who are we going to make fun of now?
Ciao and viaggia bene, Jack!
See you on the other side, Jack. Rap-ture, be pure. Debbie Harry demands it.
Jack, what are you going to do Monday after the world doesn't end tomorrow?
To paraphrase Martin Amis, I've reached the point in life where I've stopped saying hello and started saying goodbye.
So Jack, are you renouncing your US citizenship and joining Waggaman in Rileystan or whatever the fuck mental country he's gone to live in?
Is our Wonkette in trouble? Riley, Jack, Arielle…all flying out the door. I don't know what I would do without this place….
Is everyone leaving now? It's feeling like it did two (I think) years ago, when Sara K. Smith, Jim and Juli all left one after the other.
Mommy, where's Daddy?
The origin of suffering is attachment to transient things, like editors. I guess that makes me a masochist, because I don't want to see you go.
Well, Jack, I hated the hell out of Retro Day, but if this has anything to do with the blowback from the r-word, I am truly sorry. We'll be looking for you to surface somewhere…..
Agreed.
1600+ posts represents a ton of political poop joke blog content to have pushed out over a relatively short span of time. Jack may have began a bit rough, and inexplicably ended even rougher, but there was some pretty solid shit there in between.
wait wat
Fan-freaking-tastic.
What is the sound of one fist upping?
Ken, if you fire Sara, I may just swallow a bullet. Just saying.
Yeah, isn't Friday "Can You Hear Me Barry"-day? Help us Sarah Benincasa, you're our only hope!*
*(cool, SB's name even has the same syllable count as Obi-wan ka-whats'its…)
Jack, I hope you are leaving because you found another great gig and not because you actually believe the world is ending tomorrow. Best of luck, man!
To not answer the question, is to answer the question.
I see what you didn't / did do there.
There. Are. Four. Lights!
Yep, first the silver run out, then the people run out, then the whiskey run out, then the beer run out. Don't matter, it's good to see a high roller come through.
If I had an advertising dollar to spend, I would.
You know who else left suddenly….
"Macho Man" Randy Savage?
Dominique Gaston André Strauss-Kahn?
Me, cuz of the IBS?
The Tundra Twat?
She'll never leave. Not even for the Rapture.
You're right…she a quitter, not a "leaver"…
I can see her, nails dug into the ground, fighting The Accusor all the way to hell. Trust me, Sarah's gone have her head frozen when she's finally forced to release her mortal coil.
D.B. Cooper?
Riley Waggaman?
First Riley, now Stuef. Jesus Christ, do you guys know something about May 21 that the rest of us don't?
I guarantee no one associated with wonkette will be among the raptured.
So is the future of Wonkette going to be nothing but Ken's occasional ramblings and Benincasa's once a month sextings? Or is there some super kewl swerve being planned like bringing Pareene back on a fuckin horse?
A fucking horse? Do go on.
Or, as the call "fucking-horses" in the South: horses.
Probably more like Ken's selling Wonkette to Breitbart. Oh the humanity …
Is this the final solution to the Trig backlash?
I fear Wonkette going 404. NEED REASSURANCE NOW.
You still have DailyKos.
Oh fuck, we're doomed.
Or gawker……SPEWW!
TPM commenters can put in some good shots but … yeah, not the same.
Yup. I'm sure that it's been said here before but TPM and the like are thick with (paid) trolls. I think that the troll to post ratio is so low here because the morans are so repulsed by all the buttsechs and merciless skewering of rightwing so-called politics and all that is holy to the fundiXtians that their eyes begin to bleed and they scamper off with their tail betwixt their scrawny legs. That is the source of the magic here, I believe.
I would hate for it to be the end of the world tomorrow and miss the opportunity to quit my job too.
Write on, Jack. Write on…
Hey Ken, did I happen to mention that my laptop is working again? *wink wink*
(Too soon?)
D'aoh!
Jack's leaving? That is so retarded!
I see what you did there.
Geeze Jack.
…It is this lesson I leave you, dear friends, on this, my final day at Wonkette.
What is going on with Our Wonkette?
Wishing you well Jack.
“[Sri Alvin] was barked at by numerous dogs who are earning their food guarding ignorance and superstition for the benefit of those who profit from it. Then there are the fanatical atheists whose intolerance is of the same kind as the intolerance of the religious fanatics and comes from the same source. They are like slaves who are still feeling the weight of their chains which they have thrown off after hard struggle. They are creatures who – in their grudge against the traditional “opium for the people” – cannot bear the music of the spheres. The Wonder of nature does not become smaller because one cannot measure it by the standards of human moral and human aims.”
~ With apologies to A. Einstein
Jack is so smart. Smarter than Michele Bachmann. Smarter than Newt Gingrich. Smarter than all the Palins combined.
Stop damning him with faint praise.
True enough. Jack is very smart, except ironically about R-word related matters. Too often I've found my first thoughts about some article already embedded in his actual article. I learned to read through carefully, possibly sacrificing First Write privileges in the process.
possibly sacrificing First Write privileges in the process
Honestly: Reflexive, canned stand-up comic humor is one thing. But here, it's the comments built from the post content itself, clearly thought-out to some degree, that I appreciate the most, or more often than not. That, and those voices which come across as a bona fide original, of which there are plenty here.
My dogs fit this description, and one of them can't figure out how the stairs work.
What the hell. I guess I'll start drinking early. Earlier. Hell, I'm already late.
It would be nice if Ken would post something, but I think he beat you to the bottle.
But, but, but…we're still engaged, right?
Last one out the door turn out the lights.
What's up with the mass exodus?
Good luck, Jack, wherever you go and whatever you do. Your wordiness will be missed.
*Click* Dialtone…………………………..
(Heck, does anybody even know what a dialtone is anymore?)
I'd hope Ken would fill us in, but I suspect the screed he is preparing will have us all trying to die from alcohol poisoning.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Don't leave us, Jack! We just lost Riley; we can't lose you, too! We'll be left alone with just Crazy Uncle Ken haranguing us about anus burgers and foreclosures and financial Armageddon. (Actually, I'm starting to be afraid that our Wonketts might be closing up shop. I mean, Ken's off hiking in the desert, communing with his spirit animal, and everyone is jumping ship. Someone hold me? Please?)
But, anyway, good luck, Jack! We'll miss you!
Ohhh…. I get it. Everybody at Wonkette is like a student or a grad student or something and it's the end of the year. They're all graduatin' and such and joining the realworld in realjobs & such, like, also.
I *just* got the humor in this Tao of Poo post, upon re-reading it. Transitioned from an 'aha' to a 'haha' moment, brilliant. And, newsflash: tears of laughter mix equally well with bourbon-&-ginger as tears of woe!
Alvin Greene – he's like two friends of mine who paid to put themselves through one of those Landmark Forum/EST weekends. When I saw them on the Sunday night after they emerged, they were all excited. Breathlessly, they asked me, "Hey, hey listen – what is the sound of one hand clapping?" – waiting eagerly for my response. I rolled my eyes and shrugged, to which they responded in unison, looking at one another smugly: "It is the sound. Of one hand. Clapping." They then looked back at me like I was an idiot. I took a cab home.
Anyway Jack, this is just SO Washington, to drop this news into the Friday afternoon black-hole-of-news-hour. You've learned well, Grasshopper. I hope you're off to something exciting and fulfilling.
Excuse me, the rapture isn't until tomorrow night, and goddamn it, Ken Layne will dock your pay if you don't live blog the damn thing for us.
Oh, fuck.
Oh for fuck's sake. First Macho Man, now this.
Dear American Jesus: armageddon does not require a pre-game teaser.
You're alright, Jack. Have fun on your retreat to South Carolina to learn at the feet of the Master.
So, did Alvin Green tell you how to say NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO as well as how to let GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO?
God. Damnit.
I'm getting tired of typing that.
presumably Alvin has moar sense than your run-of-the-mill Wonkette editor….
"Alvin Greene Delivers Ultimate Daoist Lesson On Letting Go" No wonder he hung up on you, Jack, he had to let go of his Cheetos or his dick to answer the phone. I wonder which it was?
Maybe he just hit speaker phone button with his… ew.
Just guessing here, but if he tried that he would prolly knock the phone off the table.
Shorter Jack: "BRB, ASCENDING 2 HEVIN NAU 2 SHAG ANGELIC BABEZ, THXBYE"
Jack, in the traditions of the Dao and if you can hear it, I'm giving you a one-handed round of applause.
Maybe the light just turned green?
Moar liek dadaist amirite?
Nobody is going to tell you you have BO.
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