Who’s the chicken hawk, Michelle bukbukbukbuk Malkin?

ooooooooh, blocking you.

Lame.

She’s probably already annoyed at feeding you so much material, like the cheerleader WTF, and just doesn’t want to become a more frequent target.

They loath and fear the Demonic Conservative Ridicule Machine.

she’s probably just askeered that if the rabble could read her twitters they’d endanger her children by describing her countertops or something, forcing her to move closer to her husband’s job.

All the same, I think it’s safe to say that this is at least as serious and scary as Ezra Klein and Matt Yglesias getting jiggy with the hip hop references with Joe Klein, political-conspiracy-wise.

Question 1:
When Michelle has to report to the FEMA/Socialistfascistliberal/internment camps that Crazy-eyes Glenn has spoken about, will they let her wear her cheerleader outfit?

Question 2
And when she does report, will she have a moment of clarity where she realizes she supported said camps in the past?

A man can dream can’t he?

Comrade Hatmandu

Have you tried Ann Coulter? He’s said to be gregarious.

So there are so few… um… twits that sign up for her tweets that DearCheerLeader can monitor all for recognizable commie-symp-fasci-anti-Galtists?

“We few, we happy few, we band of wingnuts;
For she to-day that tweets her twit with me
Shall be my twat; be she ne’er so vile,
That twit shall gentle her condition:
And gentlemen not tweeting now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not logged-in,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any tweets
That writ the troof twittered upon Saint Malkin’s twee!”

Actually, I find him quite gregorgeous, too, especially in that tight, black outfit he likes to wear when he gets his rage on with his friends at Fox…

What the hell is it with these wingers and their incredibly petty use of blocking technology? I’ve blocked my share of commenters when they wouldn’t drop an argument, but if you keep your bashing under, y’know, thirty insults in 24 hours every day for three days on end, you’re welcome, stop by. My favorite petty wingie thing is “Ooooh, you can’t post a direct link to my blog on your blog! Nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah!” Oh, you fiend! Now I have to drag the link to my address bar! That extra bit of exertion using my mouse finger is what’s eventually going to cause the myocardial infarcation that kills me!

(to the tune of the Beatles’ “Michelle”)

Michelle, poubelle
For your lies you’re going straight to hell
Bye, Michelle!

Michelle, poubelle
Tes paroles sont vraiment trop cruelles
Vraiment cruelles

I loathe you, I loathe you, I loathe you
Your blog is crap each day
You take the right wing’s pay
Your racism is puzzling – I don’t understand

Michelle, poubelle
Tes paroles sont vraiment trop cruelles
Vraiment cruelles

Your screed’s poo, your screed’s poo, your screed’s poo
Just thought I’d let you know:
I think you really blow
Please go away this very day, you know what I mean?
I loathe you

Let’s go Galt, let’s go Galt, let’s go Galt
You whine in your shrill voice
Hey – Ayn Rand was pro-choice!
Please stay away from big ideas you don’t understand

Michelle, poubelle
Tes paroles sont vraiment trop cruelles
Vraiment cruelles
Please go away this very day, you know what I mean?
Sale pucelle.

I spend enough time with twits that I feel no desire to add to it. (Present company excepted, of course.)

It’s very angry. Has it had it’s shots?

just watched the video.

flummoxed for a word to, ummmmmmm, uhhh, describe, ummm.

anyone read the comments on that youtube?

on her youtube channel, there is a rangel youtube, she used a beatle song. wonder if ringo, yoko and paul know about it?

and the guy in it, weasel behavior. rangel asks him what he’s up to, being friendly with him, the guy says he’s from brooklyn, the guy says just hangin’ out in washington, etc, gets him to be nice, then blasts rangel…
too chickenshit to be up front and say he wants to ask a question.

no wonder our elected officials have to wonder every time they see a new face when and where a new nutcase is going to accost them.

Damn!!! I clicked on the link to your “tweets,” and they were so f***ing funny I’m now going to go have to sign up so I can get them.

I don’t want to come into this part of the 21st century.

Has anyone told Beck et al that those FEMA camps were contracted by the Bush admin, that they were to be built by Haliburton (iirc) and that many rightwingers were mocking liberals who were convinced the camps were to be used to round up liberals?

Delicate flower Jake Tapper just blocked TAPPED’s Adam Serwer from his Twitter feed because Adam wrote a critical post about him, and then blocked Talking Points Memo.

WAAAAH!! WAAAAAH!!!!

she’s probably just askeered that if the rabble could read her twitters they’d endanger her children by describing her countertops or something, forcing her to move closer to her husband’s job.

You think she’d have the chutzpah to do that yet again? Silly me, of course she would.

That’s Jake Tapper for you. Oh and guess what: He wasn’t the one with the scoop anyway — that was KO.

It should tell you something about the mainstream media when he’s the guy they poach from Salon to give themselves some faux hipness, at a time when Murray Waas and Mollie Dickenson were writing for Salon and totally spanking the SCLM’s collective asses WRT Coupgate (aka the Get-Clinton witchhunt).

Of course, they knew full well that Tapper would be the perfect employee: The one who pretends to be edgy and risk-taking but whose work serves to uphold the bottom lines of the guys who issue his paychecks.

so then, it’s still possible to have someone else subscribe and then feed them to you, no?

OMG. I was just reminded about how Tapper got his big break.

Check this out:

…But there are only a handful of people who live up to the sophomoric term “tool” quite the way ABC reporter Jake Tapper does. For starters: His big break was selling out the story of a date he had with Monica Lewinsky. He dated a Miss America contestant, once called a college-age reporter a “pussy” and, at the beginning of his career, reportedly handed a Salon reporter a wad of his chewed gum, telling her it would be “worth something someday.”…

Craftsman or Snap-On, that’s my only question.

I know I should have noticed this before, during one of its prior 1,000,000+ appearances, but I just now heard her say, after spelling out “L-O-S-E-R” (and is she supposed to be shaping the letters? Because if she is, she’s even lamer than I thought), she cheers “What does it spell?”

Good grief, Charlie Brown — it’s been “What’s that spell?” for like, I dunno, forever.

Maybe she can help Michael Steele compile a hip-hop lexicon.

What did we, your loyal readers, do to deserve to have to watch that idoitic video again? You know we can’t resist when you post it. We will click. But why???? Why I ask you. Show mercy. I lose a few much needed brain cells every time I watch it. I also wake up the whole house laughing my ass off.