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"All that is dark and ignominious will disappear.  All that is beautiful will triumph." (Dmitri Shostakovich speaking out against the Nazis.)

Oh, good god.  I got linked by Instahick regarding last night's Barney Frank post.

To wit:

October 23, 2006

NO LOSS OF PERSPECTIVE HERE: "Gay Republicans are as bad as Nazi collaborators." Mike Godwin, call your office!

UPDATE: Plus, a post on libertarians and bestiality. I'm mentioned, but no Nazi analogies appear.

Um, I've lost perspective?  That's pretty goddamn rich coming from a grown man who daydreams about being made into a cyborg when he isn't pushing genocidal talking points on behalf of Preznint Pusbag and Palz.  But no matter, I should thank the old fart for going out of his way to raise my profile.  It's the least he can do as the world turns away from him and his kind in disgust and concedes that the Iraq War is a dire failure and that the people who so eagerly pushed for it are a bunch of morally bankrupt, overly credulous dipshits who let their blood-lust and their phobia of brown people get way out ahead of their common sense and human decency.

Let's have a look at what Professor Ewok had to say about the war in 2003:

So  maybe we shouldn't rub in just how wrong, and morally corrupt the antiwar case was. Maybe we should rise above the temptation to point out that claims of a "quagmire" were wrong — again! — how efforts at moral equivalence were obscenely wrong — again! — how the antiwar folks are still, far too often, trying to move the goalposts rather than admit their error — again — and how an awful lot of the very same people who spoke lugubriously about "civilian casualties" now seem almost disappointed that there weren't more — again — and how many people who spoke darkly about the Arab Street and citizens rising up against American "liberators" were proven wrong — again — as the liberators were seen as just that by the people they were liberating. And I suppose we shouldn't stress so much that the antiwar folks were really just defending the interests of French oil companies and Russian arms-deal creditors. It's probably a bad idea to keep rubbing that point in over and over again. 

Nah.

At one point I had a friend who was a normal and sane person, but a combination of 9/11 propaganda and heavy doses of ephedrine-laced Metabolife turned her into a frothing, one-dimensional Neocon "Security Mom".  Now I don't talk to her, but every now and then I get the urge to call up her answering machine and shout, "QUAGMIRE!!  QUAGMIRE!!  QUAGMIIIIIIIIIRE!!" into the phone and hang up.  

But you know, maybe we shouldn't rub it in just how wrong and morally corrupt the Neocon doctrine of pre-emptive war was.  Maybe we should rise above the temptation to point out that claims of being "greeted as liberators" were wrong–again!–how efforts at connecting Iraq to the terror attacks on 9/11 were obscenely wrong–again!–how the pro-Iraq War crowd are still, far too often, trying to shift the rationale for the invasion rather than admit their error–again–and how an awful lot of the very morons who started this mess are now backing away from the Neocon philosophy like it's a fart in an elevator–again–and how many people who spoke so blithely about American forces being showered with candy and flowers have been proven wrong–again–as the so-called liberators have been seen as a hostile occupying force by the very people whose homes they flattened, whose relatives they slaughtered, and whose daughters and sons they have raped and tortured.  And I suppose we shouldn't stress too much that the pro-war crowd were really just defending the interests of Halliburton and Blackwater and Bechtel.  It's probably a bad idea to keep rubbing that point in over and over again.  

Nah.  

My god, the war-mongering Reich Wing are a bunch of mindless, brainwashed bitchez.  Just rolling over on their backs to take it up the ass from Big Daddy Bush and Uncle Darth Cheney.  And all because they thought they had finally found an acceptable outlet for their racism and xenophobia in the Great and Mythical War on Terrah.   

Glenn Reynolds is the Chance the Gardener of blogging, an example of a man who got where he is not by being any good, but just by being, well, there.  His prose style is clunky and illiterate (when he can be bothered to cough up more than one sentence at a time, which is rare), his ideas are juvenile and sophomoric, and his humor wouldn't rate printing on the inside of a Bazooka bubble-gum wrapper.  He's just another Neocon naked emperor, a useful idiot to Karl Rove and the rest of the BushCo cartel. The only reason he's still around is the same reason Chimpy's still in the Oval Office; he wouldn't flush, even after repeated handle-jigglings and re-fillings of the toilet tank.  

Look, Glenn.  Wonkette and Joe Klein may think you're cool and all, but around here, you're just another piece of garbage to be taken out once the Democrats take over and we start getting some accountability in our nation's capital.  You can bet your suede elbow patches (and your vintage Boba Fett action figure) that in ten years' time, you'll just be another footnote in Bush's War Crimes tribunal.   

I hope you enjoyed your brief period of semi-relevance, because that shit is over now and it isn't coming back.  You are beginning your descent down to the septic tank of history along with other humiliated and discredited shills like Judy Miller, Andrew Sullivan, and Annthrax Coulter.  I would say it's been nice knowing you, but it isn't nice to lie.

Heh, indeed.

Ta taaaaaaaaa!

Lurrrrrrrrrrrve,

T. Rex, Esq.