Glenn Reynolds says a lot of silly bullshit, but how’s this for a slice of fried wrong?

The Gay Left and Tea Party Right might even want to talk to each other; they may find they’ve got more in common than they realize.

Roy wants to know just how that détente is working out lately, with reference to certain amusing/spooky right-wing responses to the end of the HIV+ travel ban. But then the premise is so inherently goofy it would anyhow only have ever appealed to, you know, morons: the pro-torture internet libertarian set, or else the gay guys who love them. Because, like, if the tea-baggers are, as we are solemnly informed, the Right-wing Base, the Common Clay of the New American Crazy, well then! Neither they nor their Intellectual Heroes have ever been particularly lovey-dovey cuddly with the Gays, at least not in public, embarrassing representations to the contrary not-with-mother-fucking-standing.

After all, observe how the Conservative Hero at the center of the Most Crucial Key Sea-Change Political Event in the Entire Frickin’ History of the American Experiment relies on bog-standard gay-baiting culture-warrior horseshit every bit as much as he does on tired waterhead make-believe “deficits are wrong” hooey.

There’s just no question Tea-Baggery is nothing more than a bunch of idiots screaming the same old mindless slogans, or else hilariously misspelling the same old mindless slogans on hand-lettered signs. And this fundamentally involves disliking the idea of equal rights for homosexuals.

And here is where the God-Hating Lesbian Vampires come in (bet you were wondering about that from the title. My technique here is that of Building Up Dramatic Tension). Here is an NRO reviewer extravagantly praising the authors of a new vampire book for making “one of the boldest artistic choices I’ve seen in a while,” namely, making the insane arch-evil serial killer villain — get this — a sinister homosexual who does not much care for Jesus.

Because, you see, “conservatives” are all about making the country safe for that sort of shit. So hoist the tea-bags, full screed ahead. Or something.