Considering that we're living in times when everyone will eventually have his fifteen minutes of fuhrerdom, if you want to insult someone who has achieved success, you have to do better than make the usual tired and strained Hitler comparisons.

Success by centrist libertarians must be punished especially severely, and no simple Hitler comparison will suffice. So yesterday, Atrios accused Glenn Reynolds of "provoking genocide," and linked to this metallic mouthful (offered by way of scolding a reader who had defended Glenn):

For more than any other blogger, Glenn is responsible for creating the titanium bubble that encases much of the right-wing blogosphere. Inconvenient facts are summarily dismissed as the result of biased research or polling, or the work of a malevolent media that is basically on the side of the enemy.

But, but -- a Titanium Bubble is a golf club!

And I hate golf!

This bothers me a lot more than genocide because I don't want to be part of a golf club! (I don't want to go into the reasons, which I've explained in full before.)

I hope the latest smear is not true, as I refuse to have anything whatsoever to do with a Titanium Bubble. I don't want to be in one, and I don't want to be part of an army of one -- or of many.

Do I have to take this Titanium Bubble seriously?

I'm afraid so. If I don't, no one else will -- especially the ones who've leveled the "bubble" charge.

So here it is.

(Couldn't they have said "Titanium Bible"? That would have been more fun!)

But seriously, how would I take this Titanium Bubble meme seriously? I don't know whether the bubble is supposed to offensive or defensive, or how Glenn managed to design it, but I think this passage might provide a clue:

....who are these young men who will lead the swarthy blue-collar men to their deaths? Ding! That's right! They're the Cheetos-stained wretches of the blogosphere, those noble warriors whose mission to serve their country by typing the words "Welcome Instapundit readers!" O, what a Brave New World that has such Doughy Pantloads in it!

(I'm getting all hot and sweaty just thinking of the bubble blowing which obviously goes on. But what else can you expect from a "Glenndentured Servant" with "Glennocidal Tendencies" whose drag name is "Grade B Wingnuttia"?)