Wow.

Another opportunity to revel in the halcyon daze that were Ben’s employment at the WaPo!

Not unlike a recently deceased body, the true wingnut has been reduced to involuntary muscle spasms. The heart and brain are gone, but a few signals still shoot up the spinal chord to their voice box; “Left Wing Media!” “Socialism!” “Surge!”. Just put a shroud over them and call the time of death please.

…Hatmandu nails it. With the tattered remnants of Republican “leadership” fleeing D.C. in droves to avoid being swept up in the coming raging tide of wild drunken celebratory Democrats descending on our nation’s capitol for the big January 20 party/beatdown, no one is manning the fax machines to send out the talking points of the day. Left to its own devices, the unintelligentsia that makes up the winger side of blogtopia is left to thrash about trying to come up with original content. It’s a truly tragic thing to behold…

We have almost reached the point where picking on them is like heckling the kids at the Special Olympics.

Hey! At least the kids at the Special Olympics actually try. Over at Red State, they just phone it in. In their sleep. Drunk.

I suspect Greater Wingnuttia has a massive case of “Phantom Limb Syndrome”, as most of them appear to be laboring under the impression that they still have dicks to swing.

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I’m sure Greg Sargent is good at what he does, but I’m also sure the Washington Post would not even consider hiring someone directly from the right-of-center blogosphere

“right-of-center”???

I love the term that rightwingnuts are now using in reference to themselves.

Methinks me sees a shifting Overton Window.

Redstate is “right-of-center” like Hawaii is “west-of-Japan”.

Katymine. How are you these days?

The heart and brain are gone, but a few signals still shoot up the spinal chord to their voice box; “Left Wing Media!” “Socialism!” “Surge!”. Just put a shroud over them and call the time of death please.

Like this scene from ST:FC?

Picard destroys the cybernetic spine of the Queen, and Data explains his faithfulness to Picard despite the Queen’s temptations.

in their Cheeto-stained pajamas.

Digg it!

…most of them appear to be laboring under the impression that they still have dicks to swing.

Still have? Their mistaken belief is that they ever had anything to swing. These morons consistently confuse their “being huge dicks” with “having huge dicks.”

Whew. For a moment there I had feared they’d all pull their shit together in 2009, clean up and vacate mom’s basement at long last, get a job at McD’s and end the entertaining travesty that is right-wing blogging.

But to my complete new years’ delight I see that they have replenished the lotion, restocked the cheetos and appear to be forging on with determination to leave no dumbfuckery undone.

Thank you, Erick et al, we love you, too.

As the late Chris Farley would say: “that’s gonna leave a mark..”

They’re organizing the Red State Army for 2009. Get used to it. The Days of Peak Wingnut remain far in the future.