I’m sorry, but I still find the idea that right-leaning scribblers actually coordinate what they publish somewhat hilarious. It really would be like “herding cats,” though including Elizabeth in the crew of supposed coordinators is probably smart, since that partially defangs the obvious criticism that Elizabeth was asking about how the Sherrod speech ended from the moment she saw Breitbart’s footage of that NAACP dinner. If a memo did go ’round, she ignored it.
Personally, I think the Breitbart/NAACP racial bias story spread quickly because Breitbart announced the previous evening that it would be released at midnight (Pacific) that night. So West Coasters like me posted it shortly after 3:00 a.m., and enough of us did it that it was well in the news bloodstream by the time the East Coasters woke up. Though once a story is on one of Breitbart’s sites, it needs little help.
Bloggers do send each other links. We send them one-on-one, and as group emails to our own customized link-pimp mailing lists (almost all of us small-time bloggers act as our own publicists, and send out emails every day, or week, or month—demanding that Glenn Reynolds, Rush Limbaugh and whomever else look at what we’re writing). And Elizabeth Scalia, Jim Hoft, Ed Morrissey, AllahPundit, and Ace all get mail from me, to which they occasionally respond when time permits. But these writers are all too big to have to send out “look at me” emails. And although there are sub-groups of Southern Californians, chick-bloggers, warmongers, Jesus freaks, libertarians, and energy bloggers that I consult with and link to from time to time, most of us really are too busy to coordinate actual “media strategies,” because we generally also have day jobs and/or home obligations, along with the writing at least one essay a day and throwing up as many shorter posts as we can.
Plus, we run ethically squeamish. If we had the power that the JournoListers have, I can’t imagine that we’d use it to squelch information or smear prominent lefties. Most of us truly are out looking for “the story that hasn’t been told,” or “the story too few are paying attention to,” rather than looking for data to squelch.
UPDATE, in response to the comments: Some of the apparent “coordination” on the right is, as Cynthia suggests, the fact that a lot of us frequently check Memeorandum, and/or glom onto stories at Instapundit, Hot Air, Drudge (where I never go, because I can’t stand the typeface), and Andrew B’s “Bigs.”
But of course we also get some of the same press releases, so we wake up with some of the same information in our inboxes.
It’s important, however, to remember that there is a difference between us all reacting to the same stuff and actively colluding with each other.
The last time I tried to collude with right-wing bloggers, it was when an embarrassing celebrity death came up and I reacted emotionally, asking the guys if they had to run that story. After all, I’d gone to summer camp with the daughter of the individual involved. Ace hit the ceiling and accused me of trying to bury legitimate news; he and I argued about it on whatever impromptu distribution list cropped up that day, and Jim Treacher got disgusted with us because of the several emails the dispute generated. Right-wingers don’t like their email accounts unduly clogged up, and get burned-out easily from endless threads. Therefore, most of us hide the recipients of our “look at me” emails, so that no one will hit “reply all” and unintentionally generate spam for the others.
Also, most of us have a few decades on the juice-boxers/JournoListers, as well—our websites tend to be labors of lust, even for those who manage to make a buck off of them. It’s simply a different culture.
More on Message-Coordination Within the Rightosphere:
Let Ace Play Some Reindeer Games!
Sissy Willis, over at Dan Riehl’s digs, chides us for our lack of Twitter-fu, our bad photography, our nerdiness—and our reluctance to use the royal “we.”
Jimmy Bise reiterates that the rightosphere is too time-poor and short on cash to indulge in message-coordination; it’s occurred to me that we should hint to some of the think-tanks lobbying groups, and media conglomerates that we might be open to a little old-fashioned collusion if our palms were properly greased. I’ll start: personally, if the vast right-wing conspiracy were to send me a bottle of pinot grigio every week (cabernet during the winter, please), I might reconsider. Just might. I’m a cheap date.