Ann Althouse has directed her dishwater version of withering scorn in my direction a couple of times, including one unforgettable occasion where she really thought she was taking me to the woodshed (she addressed me half a dozen times in the same post as "bj" and yeah, quoted it just like that, each time), but forget that weak noise.
This is big time, baby:
G. Gordon Liddy once told me my writing makes him want to vomit, which is the greatest compliment I've ever been paid ever.
Can't touch that!
(h/t: some gossip who is probably now mad at me ;))