The Rittenhouse Review

A Philadelphia Journal of Politics, Finance, Ethics, and Culture

Tuesday, May 21, 2002  

The Authoritarian Censorship at

We alert our readers to a developing story, namely the authoritarian -- or more aptly, totalitarian -- censorship that occurs on an ongoing basis at the web site of chain-smoking, perpetually kvetching, political operative and Misskayt, Lucianne Goldberg.

Die Goldberg's site,, which she refers to as "" -- Can you just picture the precious heart this dreadful hag uses in place of the dot over the "i"? -- appears to have banned any postings of articles or comments from The Rittenhouse Review or anyone associated with this highly regarded journal.

For someone who asserts to be using the Internet as a way to promote the free interchange of ideas -- despite her reputation as a Shtinker extraordinaire -- this is indeed a strange position in which to find die Goldberg. Then again, her previous notoriety -- despite her alleged profession as a "literary agent" -- was limited to encouraging the illegal taping of interstate telephone conversations and producing slimy progeny such as her politically incentuous and nebbische Sohn, Jonah, little known outside a few very small circles as the Shlemiel who "edits" the web site of William F. Buckley Jr.'s National Review.

For those not in the know -- and you should count yourselves fortunate -- Jonah, die Goldberg's Boytchik, is a Schmuck and Pisher of the nudick persuasion, a Jungend who would fit in better at a comic-book convention than any political dinner party we have attended. This is, after all, a man who saw both "Spider Man" and the latest "Star Wars" flick at the earliest available opportunity. We refrain from relaying the details of our latest weekend activities, but we can assure you they were far more interesting than those of this former Audio-Visual Club president.

For reasons unclear to us, Messrs. Buckley and Rich Lowry, the latter the latest editor of NR, the magazine, overlooking Jonah's bona fides as a certifiable Zhlub, are, by any reasonable account, leaving the web site, which assuredly reaches more readers than the insufferable magazine to which they are attached, in the hands of a rank amateur. Whether Buckley, as he approaches old age, realizes this or not, the magazine he created some 50 years has placed its most important outlet under the direction of a schlumpy dork who is more interested in Tinker Toys and Erector sets than the tinkering and dickering that preoccupies the typical American man of Goldberg's age.

We mention here that this is a story in progress. We have asked die Goldberg to explain her site's capricious whims, but we have yet to hear from the Paskudnyak, the very sight of whom drives us to reach for the double-strength Maalox stashed in our bottom drawer.

In the meantime, we ask that readers continue to post articles from The Rittenhouse Review at and, if their postings are not published or are deleted after publishing, to ask die Bubele what purpose her web site is intended to serve.

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