RIP, Cathy Seipp

I've been a big fan of Cathy Seipp for a long time. If Ann Coulter's Colt 45, Cathy was Guinness draft---a bit of an acquired taste, but one that you'd never prefer another to once you had, and that'd knock you flat on your back if you weren't careful no matter how many times you'd tasted it.

She died this week at least a generation before her time at 49. I would say we'd been robbed, but then I consider the corollary of not having had her with us at all.

How big a gap does she leave in conservative punditry?

Judge by the people mourning her:

Rob Long.

K-Lo.

Myrna Blyth, Mickey Kaus, Mark Steyn, Eugene Volokh.

Matt Welch.

Susan Estrich.

John O'Sullivan.

Even her archnemeis, the L.A. Times, had to note the passing of a great.

RIP.