I don't know what's gotten into me.  All the most devilish and anarchic aspects of my personality seem to be itching to come out and wreak havoc today.  Do you ever have those days?  Where every big red 'DO NOT PUSH THIS BUTTON!' sign seems to be screaming, "PUSH THE BUTTON!  SEE WHAT HAPPENS!  IT'LL BE AWESOME!  WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?!"

First it was the ongoing Malkin thing. I was understandably miffed when she said in a post today that JANE had called her "Michelle MalKKKin".  Dammit!  That was mine!  I mean, I love Jane, don't get me wrong, but damn.  Isn't she freaking famous enough?  Come on, Michelle, you stupid race-baiting half-wit!  Get it right!  I'M the one you want!  Pick a fight with ME!!  Put ME on the map with your fake outrage and self-righteous posturing!  Come ON!  I need the attention.  Really.

Well, I sent her an email to straighten her out.  And a link to my post that would have been here last night, but which got sent to its room for being naughty.  Just as a love gift to Miss Anchor Baby 2006.  She's a gift from god to us liberals, you know.  Where else can we find such blazing hypocrisy?  Such paranoid, lizard-brained aggression, punctuated by her going all martyr-y when things backfire on her like outing the personal information of those UC SC kids?  "I'm the victim, here!" she squeals when it gets too heavy for her, "Those bad, bad, mean ol' LIBERALS did this to me!  WAAAAAAAAHHH!!  They're so UNHINGED!!"

Orcinus made some very good points today regarding the Lieberman-as-Wigger flap:

The upshot is that Malkin rushes to use the image to suggest that Hamsher is no friend of colored people. Can you say projection? I knew you could.

After all, this is a person who:

-- Writes for and openly promotes VDare, designated a "hate group" by the Southern Poverty Law Center.

-- Regurgitates and promotes in the mainstream racially charged conspiracy theories concocted and promoted for years by white supremacists.

-- Publishes fraudulent history as a way of justifying the mass incarceration of an entire ethnic group during wartime.

-- Has a long history of using bogus arguments and conspiracy theories to gin up hatred of Muslims.

In sum, the entire arc of Malkin's career has been predicated on one primary accomplishment: she can get away with publishing racially charged nonsense that, if written by a white person, would raise immediate questions of racism. Because Malkin is Asian American, she gets a pass. Talk about playing the race card. Malkin's only real talent, it seems, is providing bigots with prepackaged excuses for their bigotry.

A satirical photo made in questionable taste rather pales in comparison. The waters Malkin habitates are as foul and scum-laden as any on the planet, and she obviously not only swims rather readily in them, she positively feeds on them. That, folks, is the very definition of a bottom feeder. 

Ah, the truth.  Soooooooo refreshing on a sticky, miserable dog-day like this one. 

So, I sent an email to Jane about tonight's Late Nite.

Rex: Can I do Michelle Malkin in blackface tonight?

Jane responded: NO!

So, I wrote again. 

Rex: Well, what about if I put out an open call to the web for her new address and phone number and call it, "THE BITCH IS DEAD MEAT"?

Jane: NO, TRex!   Kate O'Beirne is Dead Meat.  Malkin's just a racist shill.  She wants the attention.  Let it go.

Grumble.

So, I wandered over to Sadly, No!, where I found a heated discussion with A Certain Right-Wing Blogger Who Shall Remain Nameless about his habit of maliciously "outing" the identities of liberal bloggers.  Now, when I say a heated discussion, I mean that BradRocket put up a post examining multiple contradictory statements by Said Rightard Creep and hey, presto!, the very scum-bucket himself showed up in the comments, you know, like they do, those Repugnican bloggers.  They just can't resist, can they?  It's like catnip to them.

Well, just on a lark, I plugged the guy's real name into Google and his home state and some fellow with the same name popped up, so I slipped it into the comments section with a note, "You suppose this is him?"

Seconds later, my comment had disappeared.  Then I got an email from Brad.

Brad: FOR FUCK'S SAKE, TREX!!  COULD YOU PLEASE NOT DO THAT??!!

I wrote him back.

Rex: That's not really him, is it?

To which Brad replied: Yeah, that's him!  How much trouble are you trying to get us into here?  This is NOT a war of attrition!

Rex: Oh, shit!  Sorry!

And then I got an eeeeeeeeeevil idea.  Why not post Mr. Nasty's name and number to the gay section of Craigslist L.A. and sign him up for some assignations with some reeeeeeeal scary leathermen?  But, of course, I didn't, cos, you know, us liberal bloggers are "above" all that.  We don't "out" people's personal information maliciously.  That's strictly a Reich-Wing trick.

Dammit.  Nobody ever lets me have any fun.

Well, Rex, I said to myself, you can always fall back on Atlas Pam.  She never disappoints.  And Wolcott might link me again, speaking of blogger catnip.  But when I finally picked a vlog to watch and shred, I just couldn't do it.  Six seconds after I hit play, I had a fever and chills.  Ten seconds in and my mouth was filling with saliva, which for me is a sure sign of impending puking.  I turned it off.  Took a walk around the building.  Counted to a hundred.  Tried again.

I don't know how many seconds it was this time because I completely lost my eyesight for twenty minutes or so.  It was useless.  All my bad intentions came to nought.  I am thwarted at every turn.

I am a VEXED TREX!!  HEAR ME ROAR!!

Oh, well.  At the end of the day, there's always candy and Otis Redding.  Is it Saturday, yet?  Where's the plane?  Can I go to Connecticut now?