jane hamsher & sweet baby Kosus(Image by darkblack)

Jane is going to KILL me for using this picture again, but I can’t help it, I love it too much.

So, I was checking through Technorati today and boy, howdy, the Wingnuts are killing me. See, you can always tell when Jane’s on a roll when the Winger blogs start roiling up and boiling over and the links just pour in like candy at Christmas. It reminds me of one of many the reasons I fetched up here as a reader nearly two years ago and decided to stick around. (Has it been that long?)

Jane Hamsher drives Wingnuts berserk, particularly those sort of twitchy, shut-in Winger men. I don’t know how she does it. She’s like crack to them. ‘GRAAAAAAHHHRRRGHHH!!” they cry, pounding their keyboards, “Jane! Hamsher! GAAAAAAAAARRRGGGGGHH!!”

Their spelling goes to shit (not that it was great to begin with) and their words start jumping all out of order. And they can’t stop, it spills all the way down the page, paragraph after paragraph. It’s like they drink a gallon of coffee, do hits of crystal meth, jab themselves real hard with carving forks, and then start writing, and get madder from there.

It’s kind of beautiful, in a way. *Sniff*.

It’s gonna be a great fall.