Tuesday, November 10, 2009

So. Very. Confused.

I have lots of experience with wingnutese, but this is above my pay-grade:

Anyone speak Pantload?


What wakes liberal writers up at night -- I mean that eye-snap of soul-gnawing, nauseating dread -- is not social injustice, is not the fear of creeping fascism, is not rage against corporate greed ...

It is the haunting certainty that Jonah Goldberg will die happily in his sleep without ever comprehending that he's an idiot.

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