Bari Weiss drops the MOAB of resignation letters on the NYT

Bari Weiss drops the MOAB of resignation letters on the NYT

Journalist Bari Weiss just resigned from the newspaper formerly known as New York Times.  And if you read anything today, let it be her resignation letter.

Because this isn’t just a resignation letter.

It’s Lexington and Concord.

It’s the opening shots at Fort Sumter.

It is the MOAB of resignation letters.

Now, Bari Weiss isn’t exactly a MAGA-hat-wearing conservative.  If anything, she is center/left.  But even she is too far right for the toddlers running the New York Times. And, sadly, they’ve made her life a living hell.

Here’s just some of Bari Weiss’ resignation letter which she helpfully released to the public via her website:

But the lessons that ought to have followed the election—lessons about the importance of understanding other Americans, the necessity of resisting tribalism, and the centrality of the free exchange of ideas to a democratic society—have not been learned. Instead, a new consensus has emerged in the press, but perhaps especially at this paper: that truth isn’t a process of collective discovery, but an orthodoxy already known to an enlightened few whose job is to inform everyone else.

Twitter is not on the masthead of The New York Times. But Twitter has become its ultimate editor. As the ethics and mores of that platform have become those of the paper, the paper itself has increasingly become a kind of performance space. Stories are chosen and told in a way to satisfy the narrowest of audiences, rather than to allow a curious public to read about the world and then draw their own conclusions. I was always taught that journalists were charged with writing the first rough draft of history. Now, history itself is one more ephemeral thing molded to fit the needs of a predetermined narrative.

My own forays into Wrongthink have made me the subject of constant bullying by colleagues who disagree with my views. They have called me a Nazi and a racist; I have learned to brush off comments about how I’m “writing about the Jews again.” Several colleagues perceived to be friendly with me were badgered by coworkers. My work and my character are openly demeaned on company-wide Slack channels where masthead editors regularly weigh in. There, some coworkers insist I need to be rooted out if this company is to be a truly “inclusive” one, while others post ax emojis next to my name. Still other New York Times employees publicly smear me as a liar and a bigot on Twitter with no fear that harassing me will be met with appropriate action. They never are.

You really should read every single word of this.

This resignation letter belongs in the Smithsonian. Hell, go all out and create a twenty foot copy that can be read from the parking lot.

In this one letter, I think Bari Weiss is doing far more good than the hundred-plus “intellectuals” who signed on to that tepid open letter at Harper’s.

I mean, she just drop-kicks them.

The only way it could’ve been even more epic is if she nailed the letter to the door of the NYT like Martin Luther in Wittenberg.

The paper of record is, more and more, the record of those living in a distant galaxy, one whose concerns are profoundly removed from the lives of most people. This is a galaxy in which, to choose just a few recent examples, the Soviet space program is lauded for its “diversity”; the doxxing of teenagers in the name of justice is condoned; and the worst caste systems in human history includes the United States alongside Nazi Germany.

Now, do I think the New York Times will take a step back, self-assess and recalibrate because Bari Weiss dropped this MOAB on them?


From what Ms. Weiss has written here, self-reflection and recalibration are not on the menu at the Times.

In fact, I think it’s more likely that the Woke Toddlers that run the joint will high-five each other that they finally got rid of the troublesome adult who threatened their safe space.

Given what she wrote in this resignation letter, I find it all manner of ironic that Bari Weiss is currently trending on Twitter.  It’s just chef’s kiss perfect.

One thing’s for sure, this letter currently going viral on the NYT’s “ultimate editor” Twitter is a great big black eye for the once important Gray Lady.

Frankly, the New York Times deserves to implode. Its slow slide into unreadability has become a rapid descent into irrelevance.

If there is any justice in the world, Bari Weiss, and not the NYT, will be the one landing on her feet.

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8 thoughts on “Bari Weiss drops the MOAB of resignation letters on the NYT

  • July 14, 2020 at 5:31 pm

    Something about a pox on all their houses?
    One gets a morbid sense of entertainment observing the left eating their own with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.

  • July 14, 2020 at 5:48 pm

    Oh, man! I hope she does a world tour of interviews and expands on the stories from the office.

  • July 14, 2020 at 9:11 pm

    Only a leftist/progressive rag like the New York Slimes could come with a rebuttal to her letter that includes a phrase like …
    “had to be let go so that we could be more inclusive”
    Image the intellectual giant that sees getting rid of people as being more inclusive.

  • July 15, 2020 at 12:36 am

    We deplorables only deserve two national newspapers.
    One is called THE TRUTH, the other one THE NEWS.
    Their contents are more or less identical, and include nothing resembling the newspaper respective titular meanings.
    This has been successfully practiced for almost 3/4 of (previous) century, as y’all may recall.

    • July 17, 2020 at 4:24 pm

      Russia has a publication whose name translates to “Truth” … it’s called Pravda.

  • July 15, 2020 at 1:44 am

    “…the Woke Toddlers that run the joint will high-five each other that they finally got rid of the troublesome adult…”

    … as probably the last intellectual giant in sight walked dropped an envelope on a desk and out the door.


    • July 15, 2020 at 1:56 am

      …as probably the last intellectual giant in sight dropped an envelope on a desk and walked out the door.*

      *Sleep writing was involved in the former version


  • July 16, 2020 at 6:07 pm

    Thank you for all your hard work and very clever thoughts. Hopefully you are making a difference in the Social Media Swamp. I very much enjoy your columns. Your post about losing your dog made me so very sad and hopefully this won’t make your sadness worse. I’m just late in sending it (couldn’t figure out how) I went through the same thing last November.

    Early this afternoon when I pulled my truck up to the curb, I caught a movement at my driveway gate. I glanced, then did an immediate retake and looked again. I could have sworn I saw my Husky Jack-boy standing at the gate. Waiting just like he did every day. Sunshine or rain and he especially loved, and I mean couldn’t get enough of running around in the rain.
    It took longer for me to write about it than the flashback lasted. Jack-boy was in a lot of pain, his rear leg was a mangled mess with no ball joint to connect to his hip. The inhumans who had him let him get hit by a car and heal on his own, laying in their back yard unattended I’m sure. (I found him one day wandering and limping in my back yard so I took him to the vet) He also had heart-worms. I fixed what I could, the heart-worms, and loved the rest and loved him a little bit more everyday. Until that day I held his head in my hands, put my face against his and told him I loved him and I would miss him so very much and I watched him slip away.

    So I thought I’d share something that always makes me get that Tabasco Sauce in the eyes effect.
    It’s called “The Legend of The Rainbow Bridge.”

    According to Norse Legend, the sacred Rainbow Bridge called Bifrost connects Midgard (the realm of humankind) with Asgard (the realm of the Gods). Also known as Asabru (“Bridge of Gods”), Bifrost was magically constructed from fire, water and air…whose quivering and changing hues it has retained. Not only do the Gods use this Bridge to travel to and from the Earth, it also leads to the Urdar Well, situated at the foot of the great ash Yggdrasil, where they assemble daily in council.

    Of all the Gods only Thor, God of Thunder, never passes over the Bridge for fear it might be demolished by his heavy tread and lightning bolts. The Watchman God Heimdall stands guard over over Bifrost night and day. Armed with a trenchant sword, he carries a trumpet called Giallar-horn, upon which he generally blows a soft note to announce the coming or going of the Gods. However, Heimdell is destined to sound a terrible trump at the dawn of Ragnarok…the time the Frost Giants will unite with Surtr to destroy the world. During Ragnarok…the end of the cosmos…it is said that Bifrost, the Rainbow Bridge, will collapse and shatter beneath the weight of the monsters

    The following poem is inspired by this Norse Legend

    By the edge of a woods, at the foot of a hill,
    Is a lush, green meadow where time stands still.
    Where the friends of man and woman do run,
    When their time on earth is over and done.

    For here, between this world and the next,
    Is a place where each beloved creature finds rest.
    On this golden land, they wait and they play,
    Till the Rainbow Bridge they cross over one day.

    No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness,
    For here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness.
    Their limbs are restored, their health renewed,
    Their bodies have healed, with strength imbued.

    They romp through the grass, without even a care,
    Until one day they start, and sniff at the air.
    All ears prick forward, eyes dart front and back,
    Then all of a sudden, one breaks from the pack.

    For just at that instant, their eyes have met;
    Together again, both person and pet.
    So they run to each other, these friends from long past,
    The time of their parting is over at last.

    The sadness they felt while they were apart,
    Has turned into joy once more in each heart.
    They embrace with a love that will last forever,
    And then, side-by-side, they cross over… together.

    — Steve and Diane Bodofsky —

    Run Jack-Boy, RUN! On strong, sturdy legs and a brand new heart, Run Jack-Boy, RUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!

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