Without being overly reductionist, the dissonance and habitual defamation of Lee Stranahan can be understood in two tweets. Here he is second-guessing Michele Bachmann’s McCarthy-like conspiracy theory about Huma Abedin:

But Stranahan is hardly being fair or truthful. No, he has his own, even better conspiracy theory that is at least twice as improbable and insane. The only “correct” permutation of any given conspiracy theory is the one Lee invents himself:

We could never make Lee Stranahan up. Despite his recent separation from Breitbart.com, he still tweets about his claim to Saint Andrew’s memory.

“Yes, gather around me, children, and hear me witness why Andrew should be beatified: because he recognized real geniuses like us.”

When Andrew died, Nagy, Darby, and Stranahan were already trying to find new jobs because they did not like the changes he was making. Nagy had been cut from salary to pay-per-post. Stranahan began moonlighting at TheTrenches.us two months after Andrew’s death, but his time there was brief. His podcast partner Brandon Darby is still a hero to the sort of people who get their news from Breitbart.com, but when Andrew died Brandon had already shown he was too much of a loose cannon to be trusted with leadership of the franchise. By December of 2012, Dana Loesch was suing Breitbart News to get out of her contract. Now Stranahan says these same people are Saint Andrew’s greatest legacy.

We also find Stranahan’s Islamophobic turn emblematic of his style. Having lately returned from a half-hearted and dubious visit to the Middle East, his latest fundraising project is a “documentary” about the Islamic caliphate. Assuming his project actually gets made, we expect his take on this well-worn bugaboo to be vague and derivative, yet offered with the certitude and righteousness of the true believer he never was. He once lived to lick Andrew’s boots; now, Stranahan wants us to look at how shiny his master’s boots were.