Scott Feschuk nails it, of course, in his ode to Andrew Coyne today:
I love Andrew Coyne. Not in the sense of wanting to make out with him – you know, unless he’s given you the impression he’d be interested or whatever, in which case tell him to meet me behind the portable after study hall (and wear the paisley ascot) – but for his intellectual rigor, for his non-partisan honesty and, most of all, because he not only tears you a new one, he has the work ethic to stick around and tear your new one a new one.
