First, I’m not Chinese. Second – good one! Too late in the thread to get noticed, but nevertheless, a winner.

Man, I didn’t get past the “liberal good ol’ boys” bit, ’cause I knew he wasn’t talking about cats like me. I did like his avatar giving the black/freak power hand sign in the opening panel, though. Okie Nutjob Power!

Yeah, as much contempt as I generally have for the school of outsider art (it’s always seemed relentlessly patronizing to me), this is spot-on. The other Republican pointing out that he doesn’t know who the Hell the ‘liberal good ol’ boys’ are actually supposed to be (it being rural Oklahoma, not exactly a liberal bastion) – it’s kind of scary.

If I were the FBI I’d keep an eye on this county for a while. Then again, if I were the FBI I wouldn’t be spending all day spying on random Arabs, so what can you do.

I wish I’d kept those letters; it would have been instructive to track, from month to month, the deteriorating mental condition of the authors. After about six months, the scrawlings and crude comics usually started to spiral around and around the margins of the cheap wide-rule notebook paper. That spiral motif, I later learned, is one of the big signs that the writer’s mind has descended into Axis 1 schizophrenia, and that if you went to their double-wide, you’d find small, rotting pieces of meat hidden under chairs and in random, inappropriate places.

The persistent appearance of the devils and angels in the comic indicates that the “artist” is starting to see angels, devils, ghost people, etc. The persecution complex is also in its middle stages, with the images of shady “good ol’ boys” meeting under streetlamps. Without a regimen of Zyprexa and Geodon, beginning in the next couple of months, the artist will lapse into the classical downward spiral that ends with the patient wandering the streets with soiled trousers, wild eyes and a tangled, unkempt beard.

At which point, the Corner will recruit themselves a new columnist.

As in, “Doughpants got it wrong again and had to issue a pantraction.”

You know what strikes me, is – a lot of these wingnut “posts” consist of 1-6 rather crappy sentences & a link or two. That hardly even gives me time to curse & sneer, for crying out loud!
Der Pantload’s Errata actually dwarfs the goddamn post itself, as well as proving it worthy only of a swift & merciful deletion. These lazy goopers are squeezing out the mental equivalent of those lousy little soap-samples you get in the mail – they’re sort of cute, but also useless as hell. In Real-World-Land, those little strings of psychic saliva aren’t posts, they’re mere comments. In terms of those among them who’re truly committed to full-time ideological whoredom on the Wingnut Welfare rolls, I’d say they’re robbing their bosses blind – even if they’re doing their dirty work on the cheap.

Yes, that’s exactly it according to Thumbelino.

The actual scientific consensus is Al Gore might be wrong.

Time for Professor Harold Hill to pack up his instruments and head out of River City.

He’s got Trouble.

With a capital T and that rhymes with P and that stands for and that stands for physicists.

And they are bailing on Gore.

But then some commenter comes along and points out that the APS is disassociating itself from Lard Monckton’s article prompting him to issue an update:

UPDATE: The organization denies the report on which this post is based. Apparently, its mind is made up. Oh well.

It’s amazing how quickly the APS went from an objective group of scientists to a hack pack that’s in the tank for the Goracle.

The wingnut ego is a thing to behold.