For a bunch that talks so tough about killing Islamofascists, it amazes me how pants-shittingly terrified of them they really are, perfectly willing to piss away 220 years of civil liberties because Abdul from the 7-11 down the street is a little too swarthy looking.

Fear. Dripping, sweating, eye-darting, quivering fear. Here’s these supposedly tough-guy “conservatives” litterally BEGGING the government to OH PLEASE step in and save us from those awful people who attack us–er, attacked us five years ago–no matter what it takes. I know I’ve said it before, but I just don’t understand why they’re not embarrassed. Seems to me that it should take more than a few islamic nutjobs in caves halfway around the world to turn grown men with guns in the most powerful nation in the history of the world into pants-wetting crybabies. Can you imagine if American pundits were so cowardly during the cold war? When there REALLY was a threat to our lives and our way of life? Why don’t these guys get called on this crap? Why doesn’t someone ask “Why are you so afraid?” “What exactly are you so afraid OF?” Even if/when al Quaida attacks us again, and assuming they have some level of success and blow up a building and kill a few hundred people, that would be bad but it would not “destroy America”. They simply do not represent this so-called “Existential Threat to America ™.

So I’m thinking we need to take these poor, fearful children in our arms and speak softly to them, show them there’s no monster in the closet, give them a nightlight and a glass of water, and tuck them in. I’ll start with Marie Jon’…

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I’ve seen plenty of comments on Glenn Greenwald’s blog that are worse than that. Which is why I had to stop reading the comments there.

Heh….a friend of mine and I have developed this running joke of referring to the amendments to the Constitution as “suggestions”. Thus, “The First Suggestion” says that Congress should really respect your right to assemble….as long as it’s not too much of a bother or anything. Likewise, the Fifth Suggestion says that no level of government should compel anyone to incriminate themselves…..if it can possibly avoid doing so. If it can’t, well…..dulce et decorum est and all that.

And anyone who has a problem with any of the Constitutional Suggestions is objectively pro-terrorist, I say.

So, if you want to give up your, my and everyone’s, right to privacy, all you have to do is amend the Constitution to nullify the right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures.

There’s an amendment they should be debating. Flag burning indeed.

I have founnd “Saved by the Bell” to be a convenient scapegoat for a whole host of atrocities.

There is a curious phenomenon among paste-eaters. When given the chance to express their understanding of reality, they believe they’re are being ordered to spout an opinion…any opinion…or be judged “stupid” if they are honest by responding with “I don’t know” or “I don’t care.” Hence, the recourse to platitudes and talking-points about real issues, that, when subject to a closer investigation, would reveal they neither understand nor really believe.

It’s the result of a cultural dynamic that insists that the biggest sin is to honestly admit you don’t know something; a culture in which not knowing something opens you up to scorn and ridicule.

It’s adolescent and dishonest, and with anyone passed 25 years old, unforgivable.

I blame “Saved by the Bell.” I think a whole generation of American minds was ruined by that show.

I dissent. Even trailer hicks know better than to read Jonah. This guy is clearly a pasty white suburban porker who fantasizes about having his brains transplanted into a robot.

Apparently Mr.Emailer hasn’t heard of Operation Yellow Elephant.

This is the line that gives it away as parody.

No real conservative – or, more accurately, no National Review reader who thinks he’s a real conservative – would ever say that.

How touching. There ought to be some kind of formal ceremony for offering up one’s privacy to the Borg, in which one becomes Transparent before God and Dubya by undergoing a public strip search and reciting a list of past porn rentals.