Pajamas Putziness.

(Pictured: someone who shouldn't be commenting on other people's weight.)

Dick Miniter:

The first thing I saw was the dried-out stalks of legs, suspending a ludicrously tiny mini-skirt. Above the mini-miniskirt was a tight t-shirt, stretched across a late middle-aged swollen watermelon of tummy. Still higher, was a grandmother’s face framed by a teenaged bob and a hat that said “Code Pink.”...It wasn’t what they had to say that made them mildly insane. It was how they dressed.

Now I don't think much of Code Pink, but I think even less of chubby assclowns like Miniter, who prances around like a cigar-chomping soldier of fortune, pretending to be an international terrorism expert.

Dick continues:

I couldn’t resist, so I asked: “When was the last time that you were in Iraq?”

Oh, they said, they would never go. It was too dangerous and so on.

But, I asked, how can you be sure if your views are correct if you haven’t seen the war first-hand?

They seemed puzzled by the question. They went on to cite television and print reports and activists they knew and so on.

Finally, I cut in. “You know that there are intelligence failures related to Iraq. What if there are media failures as well?”

Oh, don’t worry, the older one said. “We don’t watch Fox.”

Even their thinking is childish.

Actually, it's a fact that watching Fox makes you stupid. So it's not childish at all.

And since Miniter has now set the standard that only those who've been to Iraq can have an opinion about it, Putz and the rest of the Malkinites need to STFU about how we're winning.