Okay.

WTF is it with the obsession over “Liberal Fascism” all of a sudden?

Does Jonah have a painting in his attic that’s becoming a better and better writer as we speak?

Oh, gosh, thread winner already!!

BTW, I mean the obsession on the right.

I mean, his piece of shit book has been out for months – hasn’t it? Why all the adulation all of a sudden?

nominated for this year’s Book Awards

might be the key to recent wingnut action on this front.

“Book Awards”?

Any “book awards” in particular, or just “book” awards?

(Riffles pages) “Yes, this is indeed a book, and we give it an award.”

The Poor Traits of Doughy Gray.

Powertoolz iz amazednessitude.

To the list of books I have read I would add one I haven’t, but am confident it is also deserving of recognition as one of this year’s best

WTF?!

c.f. “I’m sure that having a threesome with Angelina Jolie and Susan Sarandon would be unspeakably hot, and doing so would be as simple as clicking an Amazon.com link just calling them, I just haven’t gotten around to it yet.”

Scott Johnson is a supercilious dolt. My favorite part of the post is his sarcastic dismissal of Tropic of Cancer‘s literary worthiness.

Well okay – maybe it’s a bad comparison, I kinda let my imagination run away from me there for a bit.

I’m not sure Big Tunk (sic) read the category correctly.

It was the award for NONfiction, you idiot!

I know it’s been done to death, but “Big Trunk”? “Hindrocket”?

What’s going on over there?

Liberal Fascism, lauded winner of the prestigious Golden Wingnut Book Award, the Regnery Blue Ribbon, and recipient of Teh Prix Imbecile, Europe’s highest prize for Dumb Assery in Writing.

Look out, Noam Chomsky!

I hear Cormac’s trembling lest Jonah take up fiction.

WTF is it with the obsession over “Liberal Fascism” all of a sudden?

Teh Libruls have just won control over our gummint!

As a result, expect the wingnutosphere to treat the Pantload’s magnum opus as a guide to the ongoing destruction of the Republic. Think an impoverished man’s version of The Road to Serfdom. And expect four years of All Godwin, All the Time.

The AP provided an almost comic account of the herd of independent minds at play in mid-town Manhattan during the awards ceremony

Audiences clap at the same time when appropriate! People who disagree with the Power Tools sometimes agree with each other! Polite chit chat doesn’t always overwhelm one with its earth shattering profundity! I gasp!

I know it’s been done to death, but “Big Trunk”? “Hindrocket”? What’s going on over there?

And then they turn around and blame the “feminists.” Yeah, that’s right! That’s what they do.

“Wall Street is not at the moment a street of riches, but of ruin and broken dreams,” attendee Ron Chernow, the business historian and former book award winner, told The Associated Press. “We’re having cocktails and wearing tuxedos and it doesn’t feel completely right.”

I think this is the paragraph he found so funny, that someone wearing a tuxedo while feasting at a swank Wall Street eatery might give a thought or two to the common man suffering in this Depression…

that someone wearing a tuxedo while feasting at a swank Wall Street eatery might give a thought or two to the common man suffering in this Depression…

I’ll have you know he thinks of the suffering common man when he puts on the ritz, too: he was the first to find a hobo for the scavenger hunt!

I suspect most of the books he has read consist mainly of pictures.

he was the first to find a hobo for the scavenger hunt

“Oh, Muffy! I daresay, Muffy! I seem to have located a ne’redowell over heah!”

he was the first to find a hobo for the scavenger hunt!

In true classist fashion, however, it was merely one of his footmen dressed in a costume.

A “Swank” eatery?

Homonups never, but a great buffet.

“I hear Cormac’s trembling lest Jonah take up fiction.”

Liberal Fascism isn’t fiction?

But seriously, don’t mock. Jonah is currently working on his masterpiece: a post-apocalyptic tale (caused by liberal Marxism and socialism), where a portly hero transports the golden child (i.e. the chosen spawn of St. Reagan) through a wasteland of liberal universities, gay bars, coffee shops, Islamofascist taxi cab stands, and sushi bars to arrive at the mecca of evil liberalism (the NYT building). The portly hero defeats the evil Orange Satan Kos and Master Lord Soros, and installs the child as the master of the Reagan re-revolution. Taxes are low, wars against dark folks are many, and heroic Americans are once again free to bash gay people and refuse service to negros and hippies.

I know it’s been done to death, but “Big Trunk”? “Hindrocket”?

What’s going on over there?

Um…buttsecks?

If you’re nice to Johan, he’ll smuggle you a pair of his mom’s old knickers.

thanks for the morning giggle. i would be embarrassed to write so much about books i have never read before…but i guess that’s why i don’t have a powerline blog.

I think we can all agree that Jonah’s book definitely merits some kind of award in the fiction category. I mean, I’ve never read it but….

Dammit! I went there and read it and your shorter is entirely correct.

I know it’s been done to death, but “Big Trunk”? “Hindrocket”?

What’s going on over there?

You say you are a big trunk
But you are a small hack
Peddling the party line
Pushing the party line

Where’s the Sadly. No post about the Palin turkey slaughter?

Where’s the Sadly. No post about the Palin turkey slaughter?

I don’t know about you, g, but I’ll take a pass on the Photoshop possibilities for that post.

Douglas Feith, War and Decision: Inside the Pentagon at the Dawn of the War on Terrorism

I’m happy to give Goldberg and McCarthy credit for their own idiocy, but are we to believe Feith’s book was not ghostwritten? Are such books appropriate for awards?

Where’s the Sadly. No post about the Palin turkey slaughter?

That was so surreal that it’s another case of wingnuts lapping our satire with their reality.

recipient of Teh Prix Imbecile

Good news! All conservative tomes of the Bush Era have been collectively awarded the Grand Prix. And I refuse to pronounce that in a swishy Frenchy-poo way.

Powerline: putting satirists out of business since, um, whenever the fuck they started their shitty blog.

The portly hero defeats the evil Orange Satan Kos and Master Lord Soros, and installs the child as the master of the Reagan re-revolution.

And Fatso dies.

That’s the only part of “The Road” worth reading.

If you’re nice to Johan, he’ll smuggle you a pair of his mom’s old knickers.

Smuggle? They sell them on their website.

‘liberal fascism” is a book?

it thought it was the name of the guy who replaced ol’ dirty bastard on the wu-tang tour.

tigrisimus,
I take it you’ve seen My Man Godfrey.

wingnuts lapping our satire with their reality.
Enough of the tongue-jacking already!

Oh dear god, he’s actually channeling Jon Swift:

http://jonswift.blogspot.com/2006/11/jon-swifts-complete-amazon-reviews.html

What’s happening with the birth certificate?

http://texasdarlin.wordpress.com/2008/11/16/four-questions-for-the-trojan-candidate/

I take it you’ve seen My Man Godfrey.

😉

Hey, Hugh Hewitt has a new book out : The War Against the West. 531 pages of interviews with the likes of Mark Steyn and John Bolton. Clear some space on that remainder table, will ya?

I know it’s been done to death, but “Big Trunk”?
According to Christopher Moore, the appropriate unit for measuring the size of a big trunk is the number of dead hookers you can fit into it.
I don’t know why this comes to mind in connection with Scott Johnson.

Even shorter Scott “Big Trunk” Johnson:

Spam spam spam spam
spam spam spam spam
spammity spa-a-am, wonderful spa-a-am
(spammity, wonderful)
spammity spa-a-am, wonderful spam!

Scott Johnson is a supercilious dolt. My favorite part of the post is his sarcastic dismissal of Tropic of Cancer’s literary worthiness.

Exactly. He waves off that, The Story of O, and Lady Chatterly’s Lover because they all have erotic content? I myself might have thought that sex was so integral a part of our lives that it might make for interesting literary material, but hey, maybe Johnson’s right and we should all be hush-hush about it just in case a child or unmarried adult overhears us.

He waves off that, The Story of O, and Lady Chatterly’s Lover because they all have erotic content?

Always remembering that this is a guy who labels himself “Big Trunk” and who works with “Hindrocket”.

I know it’s been done to death, but “Big Trunk”? “Hindrocket”? What’s going on over there?

In an episode of “Private Practice” a guy self-identifies as “Trunk” because… “you can put a *lot* of stuff in a trunk”. His fetish is outed when he ends up in the emergency room with a spike heel rammed up his… trunk… and his therapist announces that he is “not quite ready for the dating scene yet”.

Somebody really needs to show Scotty that clip, and maybe present him with a single grey ostrich-skin pump with a five-inch heel.

I think the other thing that scares him about Tropic of Cancer is that it celebrates life as it is without limitations instead of some Ozzie and Harriet sterotype or with corporate greed and hate as virtues.