A reader just sent the sleeping Jonah and drunken K-LO this:

In case you’re up war-blogging in the wee hours of the morning I thought you might get a chuckle out of this.
I heard a bump in the night last night and after checking around to see that nothing was amiss I got back into bed and realized I had been having the strangest dream about NR!! Apparently there had been a coup, the old guard (Lowry, Nordlinger, Buckley) had been deposed by an uprising of the young Turks (Goldberg, Lopez, Ponnuru, Dreher). The old guard had been interred in some sort of re-education camp which involved lessons on how to use a computer, how to post to the corner, the uselessness of cats, etc. The NR headquarters, which for some reason was located in the basement of Edison Field (where the Anaheim Angels play), was in full party mode with Cosmo chasing frisbees, empty jars of Marmite everywhere, half filled cans of Dr Pepper on the carpet, and a giant Shatner poster (ok, the poster wasn’t really there I just made that up).
Anyway, that’s when I woke up so I didn’t get a chance to find out how it turns out. But the fact that my first thought was to write to you to say, “Way to go!” instead of writing to Lowry to say “Look out!” seems to indicate I was on your side. Fight the power.
Thanks a lot for your great work. I live and work in China and the first thing I do when I get into work in the morning is read through the Corner postings from the day before sometimes checking back during the day here in case Stuttaford is posting from Europe or Dreher has insomnia. It helps me keep a grip on reality, which sometimes comes loose with the things that go on around here.