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Temper, Temper.

Gonna get your mouth washed out with soap!

Jamie MacMaster

Warren replied:

This is for you, douchebag:

http://warrenkinsella.com/index.php?entry=entry080209-161258

Etc. 

Apparently, Warren doesn't just photograph toilet graffiti for fun but as a useful source of sparkling repartee.

In the old days, you'd write a column and get three hostile letters in green ink on lined paper. Since the Internet came along, you write something about, oh, Iran's nuclear program and ten minutes later you're drowning in e-mails fixating in detail on one's bottom and the various objects, inanimate and otherwise, that might profitably be inserted therein. No sane person would dignify them with a reply, and certainly no sane person would descend as rapidly in the rhetorical stakes as Warren did to Mr MacMaster's obvious provocation. Given the e-mails he sends, Warren is in no position to complain about those he receives, and I can assure him, given my own healthy accumulation of death threats, that even in Canada he'll have a hard job persuading the coppers to take Mr Bucket's e-mail seriously.

I don't know Warren Kinsella. I've met him once, briefly, but enjoyed the encounter. I thought enough of him as a Machiavellian schemer to star him in a satirical series in which Ezra Levant and his then boss Stockwell Day were on the weekly receiving end of Kinsella & Chretien's evil genius. Nonetheless, the difference between "Canada's James Carville" and the real thing is that Mr Carville isn't wasting his time hunting down minor clerks in the Department of Parking Lots who've made the mistake of sending him a dissenting e-mail, or raging about the sex life of the "Wicked Witch of the West" (which, as a put-down, is barely any better than "douchebag" or "fuck you, loser"), or issuing hollow legal threats to every blogger who can't keep a straight face when his name comes up, or hectoring G7 governments for not leaping into action on the basis of his men's room coffee-table pictorials. I would assume The National Post parted company with him because, while a certain amount of ad hominen invective adds to the gaiety of life, Warren's polemical skills seem to have dwindled down to blustery assertions that his position is the only definition of "human rights" and, even more absurdly, the narcissistic assumption that he is the sole proprietor of the Holocaust.

If I were Warren, I'd take down the shingle for a couple of months, go chill in the woods or, if he prefers, sing punk songs in a bar. But, if he wants to get back in the good graces of the Liberal Party, this seems an odd way to go about it.