So, last week the LA Times announced they were going to shake up their Op-Ed pages (translation: going lowbrow), and it was almost like they were reaching out and tweaking me on purpose. On the one hand, Michael Ramirez was gone. On the other, so was Robert Scheer. Patt Morrison was getting knocked down to one column a week. And then there were the new kids: Jonah Goldberg and Joel Stein.

Now, Jonah Goldberg isn’t worth the electrons. Neither is Joel Stein, but I’ll give this to Goldberg: the dude cares about his politics. His politics may be mean-spirited, thoughtless, immature and cruel, but he’s trying to be a public intelletual. Joel Stein is not. Just read his bio on the Times’s site. He’s a failed sitcom writer who kept using his column to get work.

There’s a place for this kind of column, and it’s in the Calendar section, along with the rest of the fluffery. Not on the Op-Ed page. Not writing some snarky bullshit about the stupidity of voting that has nothing to do with policy or politics. Oh, no. See, Joel’s a Hollywood Insider, so he reframes everything from the entertainment angle. See? Isn’t he clever? Isn’t he a funny, New Yorker sophisticate showing all us California rubes how dumb we are? Ha?

Well, those who can get their shows on air. Those who can’t bullshit their way into weekly gigs on a page that, once upon a time, was supposed to shape the city’s opinion. Not anymore. Fuck you, Joel Stein. Fuck you Tribune Media. And fuck you, LA Times. Cancelling our subscription’s gonna feel so good.