By MATTHEW WALTHER [The Week] — The quantity of information about people on the internet and various media archives is virtually unlimited. It is also more or less accessible, if you want it to be. It is now possible to bring to bear upon such pressing questions as the relative wokeness of extemporized comic routines performed by various cable news anchors between the year Green Day released American Idiot and the appearance of the first Vox explainer on Pizza Rat the sort of scrutiny once applied only to mainstream presidential candidates.
Does that sound appealing to you? To me the only thing more exhausting than the never-ending presidential campaign cycle we’ve been in since roughly Nov. 2, 2004, the night I and many other Americans first started speculating about Obama’s presidential ambitions, is applying the ethic of totalizing research-based Kulturkampf to the words and deeds of every sentient adult in this republic. I would rather count gray microscopic dots on the beige of a drop ceiling tile than read about the rude things a former White House staffer said about some D-list Republican Senate candidate when I was 13 years old.