The one millionaire who had been financing Rod's entire life has pulled the backing because Rod was being too weird.
But one particular reader, upon reading the last of said posts, determined the blog had simply gotten too weird, according to two sources familiar with the publication. That disgruntled reader was Howard Ahmanson Jr., the heir to a California banking fortune and the sole benefactor of Dreher’s six-figure salary at TAC, which is published by American Ideas Institute, a nonprofit.
I love when I have a real job where I'm basically a court jester and my income is from the son of a capitalist who founded a predatory loan institution. My other income of course comes from Victor Orban.
Remarking that he wrote “important things” and “stupid things” during his time at TAC, Dreher closed with a nod to a post he said fit the latter category: “All you removed were the Primitive Root Wiener in my Lucky Dog, and I love you very much.”
why in the fuck do I gotta go to work and Rod Dreher gets to go to fancy oyster parties. what in the fuck, how is this man real :jesse-wtf:
More importantly, if there were a band named "Primitive Root Wiener," what kind of music would they play?
I'm inclined to say doom metal, but my gut tells me it's Weezer covers.
Sounds like one of Jeff Mangum's side projects before he started Neutral Milk Hotel.
it's two guys from west Arkansas delivering 27 minute nu-folk art noise odysseys, taking the Ojai used bookstore scene by storm.
the sole benefactor of Dreher’s six-figure salary at TAC
You nailed it, I just needed this to be repeated.
He will soon find a mysterious new benefactor who remains anonymous and says only he is a big fan :will-fancy:
The primitive root wiener post had me actually howling for like 5 or 10 minutes, hilarious. Also deeply strange and racist of course, but I want to read more like it
It’s always funny when tradcaths get a divorce because they always go on this level on insane posting spree, have horrible outcomes, then completed loose any and all conversations by literally being unable to go 12 seconds without brining it up.