Return to Normalcy

I've stayed away from politics, by and large, for a bit. Well, okay, since Friday, if you want to be technical about it, but really, I haven't done anything political except a quick hit-and-run for a while, preferring as I often do to leave politics to the pros. It's not like you don't by-and-large know what I think. I'm less than thrilled about the war in Iraq, I think that the administration's focus on terrorism is a propaganda machine that feeds on the fear of people with little or nothing to fear, and I think that most Republicans are stupid, racist, greedy, fundamentally dishonest, insane, or some combination of those elements. Especially the fundamentally dishonest part, which seems to recur regardless of any other permutations.

Which brings us to Michelle Malkin, to whom I link only to avoid violating the terms of her copyright statement, because as I've told you before, I don't like actually linking to rabid proponents of the Joseph Goebbels school of information dissemination. I'm on record in these pages acknowledging that this bloviating piece of pestilence-bearing flotsam shares with me a county of residence, and my dismay over that bit of coincidence. I'm also on record noting that I'm not entirely sure what I'd do if I knew which grocery store she shops at, and expressing my sincere gratitude to those of you who have that bit of information and haven't shared it, because really, the other shoppers don't deserve to have to listen to the likely result of me running into this genuinely stupid, hatemongering, fascist Webslut randomly in aisle 4.

That spurs a thought: I suppose it's possible that she rises to the level of Web whoredom, since she may, in fact, be collecting money for spewing bile, lies, and hate, but since she implicitly makes out like she's not doing this for a living, I'll credit that and go with the notion that she's just an attention-seeking slut.

By the way, I'm sorry if I'm wrong about that there, Mrs. Malkin. I'll even be sorrier about it if you ever show any signs of developing a shred of human fucking decency.

That seems unlikely, given her gleeful willingness to propagandize--by which I mean to deliberately lie and otherwise distort the truth--about Cindy Sheehan. Every other blog in America has told you that Cindy Sheehan is the mother of a soldier who died in Iraq, and that Cindy Sheehan is sorta hanging around in Crawford, Texas, hoping for a chance at a quick word with President Bush. So I won't. Tell you, I mean.

Wingnuts, fueled by Drudge, to whom I will not link in this instance, are screaming about alleged flip-flopping by Cindy Sheehan. It seems that she used to be just fine with the war, and with her son being killed in Iraq, and with the President. Why is this crazy bitch now hanging out on a dirt road in front of the Bush Hacienda, waiting for a chance to vent her Commie spleen?

Except she wasn't. Fine with it, I mean. Drudge, as he is wont to do, left out some important bits that qualified Cindy Sheehan's apparent support for the President. In a post entitled "The Friends of Cindy Sheehan" that has nothing to do with Cindy Sheehan's friends except to smear Sheehan's supporters as "anti-American, anti-military, terrorist-sympathizing agitators," Malkin exceeds the limits of taste, truth, and decency by deliberately acknowledging, then distorting, the bits Drudge left out, saying that they seemed to "bolster the case against" Sheehan.

Michelle Malkin is a lying, Nazi, race-baiting, race-traitor cunt. She's a fucking terrorist, and should be tried for war crimes for her deliberate twist on the truth to smear a grieving woman who's just looking for answers. Fuck the fucking fuck out of your lying ass, Michelle Malkin. Preferably with a sandpaper lube, you fascist whore.

Other blogs have it totally right; you are the Worst American Ever.