Really moondancer, you are a shit. Haven’t you a heart? Haven’t you a heart at all? Why do you think Michelle Maglalang babbles so compulsively so senselessly? She’s mortally terrified of rendition. After all she is Abu Sabaya’s third cousin.

She’s a slight and rather attractive young brown woman. Imagine the monstrous nightmares awaiting her in a soundproof interrogation room should she ever get snagged by the U.S. Terror Administration’s reckless wide and indiscriminate “anti-terrorist” net. Imagine the red-eyed psychopaths unto which our government’s men would deliver her, bound and mouth taped.

Let her shout the Administration’s line. Let her babble and spout, for Christ’s sake. Let her make her cynical bid for official “mercy”. I’m God damn glad I’m white.

For anyone who wants to train their cats to use the toilet, try the Litter Kwitter. It looks groovy, and I’d try it except that I’ve got two with quite divergent habits: Qetesh (Abyssinian, fast mover, quite fussy. Rises at dawn and goes about her duties kind of cat) goes in and out promptly, and chooses the floor if the litter’s not clean. Luschka (Burmese, very lazy, cup of coffee and cigarette at 11-ish kind of cat) starts low but the botty goes up as she, err, proceeds. So as often as not the wall gets sprayed as well. Then she rockets out of the tray, straight down the hall and onto the bed: it’s the only time she moves faster than a saunter, ever.

But I must say I’m kind of tempted: the thought of never again having to empty the litter tray is quite appealing.

Malkin? Not so much. Although my kitties would like her if she tasted like flounder.

And I have no idea which one I would vote for, if it ever came to that.

It would depend on the category.

Bunkmate on luxury cruise: Malkin

Take care of my cat for a few days: Sharpton

Listen to on the radio: Sharpton

Watch on TV (sound off): Malkin

Watch on TV (sound on): Sharpton

And unlike Monica Goodling, she does not have nice big tits

I have a dog like that, but she’s not down with the litterbox thing. Still, once she’s done doing her business outside, she practically runs back to the house.

Now that I think of it, Malkin seems to do the opposite when it comes to her poop-scented ramblings, doesn’t she?

And surely,with all that big syndicated newspaper money she has,they could at least afford simple ,tasteful, gold bands if nothing else… I just find it odd. She’s happily married but you never see her with her husband(but often see her in the company of other wingnut men),she doesn’t really mention her husband very often,or ever,and she wears no wedding ring. That doesn’t really seem to work with the whole happy,hetero,wingnut married thing.

Most of Malkin’s “screen saleability” seems to be based on her attractiveness to the vast pullulating masses of young single male fReichtards. Just as their handlers discourage boy-band members from being photographed with their real-world lovers, Malkin’s handlers don’t want to keep reminding her TV fanclub that she’s married (and a mommy). There’s also the persistent rumor that Jesse is responsible for at least the more inflammatory hate-based contents of Michelle’s writing — that she is a professional Sock Puppet for a slightly deranged less photogenic hatemonger. Since the idea of a white male mastermind as Svengali of a pliant young Asian ‘babe’ is catnip to a certain sort of mentality, this rumor seems to be quite as prevalent among Malkin’s fellow-travellers as in the reality-based community, which would make a whole PhD thesis in anthropology, or abnormal psych…

Dude, she has a regular opinion column with a major syndicate. She makes regular appearances on numerous programs on a major news network, watched but an unfortunately significant part of the population. She’s had books published and promoted by major publishers. She’s a fairly major player on the wingnut circuit. Just ’cause you don’t know don’t mean it ain’t so.

And even considering the vast majority of people who see Malkin or Coulter or Beck or Goldberg or whichever right-wing goober on Fox Mit Friends, they’re still hearing that immigrants are trying to turn America into a Taco Bell, radical Islamofacists are hiding under your bed TO DESTROY YOU, and scary people want to have butt sex with you and your children. Over and over and over and over, in the bank, at the doctor’s office, in the newspaper above “Doonesbury”, over the radio while you’re trying to avoid hearing the goddamn Eagles singing goddamn “Desperado” on the radio. Then this bile drips down to the Howard Sterns and Don Imi and morning moron shock jocks and the barrel-bottom of stand-up that is the Dane Cook/Carlos Mencina double Satanic deal. I mean, for real, them fuckers ain’t funny at all, and it worries me to no end to see people laughing at them.

Sorry. Anyhow, Michelle Malkin is a hate monger. Fortunately, she’s a hate monger who doesn’t have an army, so the very least we can do is waggle our butts at her every chance we get.

Nothing turns on right wing men faster than a waif with the figure of a 12 year old boy.

As a non-European/non-American/non-Asian/non-African person (work it out for yourself – and no, I don’t come from Antarctica) – you’ll be pleased to know that nobody in the rest of the world knows who Michelle Malkin is. Indeed, I think that if it were not for this fine blog, , I wouldn’t know who Michelle Malkin is. On balance, I think we should blame Sadly No for whatever profile MM has – but since that’s zero, that’s not much blame.

Once – or perhaps even twice – I have looked at the Washington Times – and if MM sees that they are not sufficiently PC (from her viewpoint) then we should conclude that we are living in the end times of american conservatism. William Buckley also recently died, I understand.

However, keep your stakes at the ready!!

Do not want.

Some friends of mine had the patience to try the method out but their toilet became messier than was desirable.

Mrs. Malkin on the left. Mrs. Malkin on Fox News on the right.

Into the death-pet module you go!

My kitty has this excellent sense of shame after litter-box use and shoots out of there like a rocket.