Wingnut history being what it is, there are often several layers of jokes-at-their-expense to peel away when one is confronted with their latest lines. An example: Clif at Outside the Tent points and laughs at John Podhoretz, who said, sarcasto-sneeringly, to Andrew Sullivan the following:
Andrew Sullivan Is Right [John Podhoretz]
Honestly, with all the pain in the world, how dare anyone laugh at anything? I agree, Andrew. You’ve sold me. I will never again make fun of anything. That is, except for your obsession with hairy backs. I reserve the right to laugh at that.
Clif of course is right to laugh at this, coming as it does from someone who could, like, have cornrows braided on his shoulders.
Above: Behold the unintentional comedy of a Human-Wookiee hybrid
But it’s also funny at the Pod Klan’s expense in another way. JPod, gay-baiting Sully The Bear, neatly contradicts his mother, Midge Decter’s, characterization of homosexuals, formulated in a legendarily homophobic essay titled ‘The Boys on the Beach’, that…well, you have to read it to appreciate it:
It was a constant source of wonder among us, and remains so to me to this day, that by far the largest number of homosexuals had hairless bodies. Chests, backs, arms, even legs, were smooth and silky, an impression strengthened by the fact that they were in addition frequently and scrupulously unguented to catch the full advantage of the sun’s ultra violet. We were never able to determine just why there should be so definite a connection between what is nowadays called their sexual “preference” and their smooth feminine skin. Was it a matter of hormones, or was there some constant special process of depilation? But smooth-skinned they were, and, like the most narcissistic of pretty young girls and women, made an absolute fetish of the dark and uniform suntan, devoting hours, days, weeks, to turning themselves carefully to the sun. Nor was
this tanning flesh ever permitted to betray any of the ordinary signs of encroaching mortality, such as excess fat or flabbiness or on the other hand the kind of muscularity that suggests some activity whose end is not beauty. In short, year by year homosexuals of all ages presented a never-ending spectacle, zealously and ruthlessly monitored, of tender adolescence.
So, Pod Klan, are homos prissy and smooth, or are they woolly and ursine — like, well, like John Podhoretz himself? Answer, please! Come up with some new stereotype, whydontcha?
For what it’s worth, JPod’s Daddy, Norman, argued, in an even-for-him rancid essay called ‘The Culture of Appeasement’, that because of the pernicious influence of homos in the culture, appeasement had triumphed in the West. Would that be because of smooth and effeminate homosexuals like the younger and jingoistic Andrew Sullivan, Norman, or because of the manly and hairly homosexuals like the current Andrew Sullivan, who practices realpolitik and is more cautious about war (yet is far from being accurately described as an ‘appeaser’)? Wingnuts. What a bunch of crazies.