gee, i can mangle the english language, too, can i grow up to be an op/ed writer?

I know I have a head cold and all, but I’ve read that five times now, and I cannot begin to make any sense out of it There are about six different types of GOPers mentioned in that brief bit of text, and as far as I can tell, the main differences between them are that some of them like to shrink the heads and eat the brains of their enemies, whilst the others have been known to gather at midnight wearing loincloths and howl at the moon communally.

Is that it, or did I miss something?

GOP caving to Democratic spending demands in a vain attempt to keep the Democrats united with the GOP in pursuit of victory in the war

And what was even more cunning was that they put the spending in Republican districts so that the Democrats would have political cover and be able to run against wasteful Republican spending. Their commitment to victory is staggering and their tactics brilliant in their subtlety.

Yes, those Democrats — shut out of some sessions, denied meeting space, and thwarted at every turn — held such a powerful sway over the poor, defenseless GOP that the Republicans had no choice but to do their bidding.

Ted Stevens didn’t want that bridge to nowhere! The Democrats put a gun in his mouth and made him take it! And then made him throw that tantrum on the Senate floor, too, just to make him look like a petulant baby!

Ah, I see now. The Republican Party, in what can only be described as an act of sacrifice on the level of Abraham, pushed aside their deeply held convictions on spending and personal privacy in order to keep the marginalized and completely ignored Democratic Party from turning against a war that they had already voted in favor of.

Anyone know what brand of glue this guy huffs?

Anyone want to take a wager that in 2008, Mark Noonan will argue the following:

The Republicans have made a brilliant strategic maneuver in not winning congress and abandoning the Whitehouse to the Democrats.

I think TIME nailed it better. This year sucked, and it’s MY fault.

I guess Noonan’s logic explains the sudden gains in teacher ratios, HIV prevention programs, and our thoroughly co-operative attitude toward the UN.

That is some scintillating wingnut plumage! If you listen closely, you can hear its mating call … (*puts hand to ear*)

Give us this day our daily Noonan. And forgive …

Is this guy related to Crazy Dolphin Lady? I hope so, if only because it’ll make me believe this insanity is a genetic disorder, and not something the general population can catch.

There are tons of wingnut parent-and-child combos out there….

Irving Kristol and Gertrude Himmelfarb spawned Bill Kristol.

Casey Luskin, evolution denier extraordinaire, is (AFAIK) the spawn of Donald Luskin, economics wingnut extraordinaire.

Daniel Pipes, congenitally fascistic hater of Muslims, is the son of Richard Pipes, congenitally fascistic hater of Russian communists.

And could we forget turgid Lucianne’s turgid spawn, Turgid Goldberg?

I know there are a couple more examples of congenital insanity out there, but I’m fighting off a heckuva head cold right now and can’t recall their names.

Alas, I don’t think there is a relationship between Mark and Peggy, however. At least not one as straightforward as these.

uggh, why did I go over there. The Bush Fans for Life comments are causing my head to hurt. Someone even actually used “DemocRATs” ~ I thought only parody sites like the angry guy at DU used that term.

Oh my aching head… I can only hope that a good game from the Panthers will clear up this headache…

…that was a life issue, which pretty much trumps all.

As opposed to all those mundane GOP death issues, like capital punishment, bombing foreigners, and torture.

In German, “Noonan” rhymes with “Dolchstosslegende”.

(Not really)

Headache: Anyone know what brand of glue this guy huffs?

Just plain ol’ airplane glue: Testors Cement for Plastic Models 5/8 Oz. Part No. 3501X:

http://www.testor.com/catalog_item.asp?itemNbr=1449

The secret isn’t an ingredient — it’s the process. Noonan and the Blogs for Bush crew have a supply of 3M® respirators carefully sized for their faces. The versatile elastometric facepiece allows for a disposable, airplane glue-loaded twist on filter to be comfortably attached, and thrown away after use. The key is the gas-tight fit of the faceplate, which will not allow air to pass unless it has been first massaged and saturated with mind-altering organic chemicals.

Plastics bags cause the unpleasantness of general hypoxia before treatment is complete. Careful attention to a normal proportion of oxygen in the respirated air leads to higher states of enligtenment.

I believe there may be a Blogs for Bush safety ritual where they carefully monitor each others’ heartbeat and respiration while seeking inspiration.

Or not.

Did somebody say MMM?

P.S. Back in July of 2003, I didn’t even know what a blog was. I had a vague impression that blogs were some sort of right wing deal, thanks to ‘kerning’. Whatever that is.

Someone even actually used “DemocRATs� ~ I thought only parody sites like the angry guy at DU used that term.

He also uses “Hitlery,” “Piglosi,” and — most bizarrely — “(DN)C-Span”. I’m really hoping that’s a tongue-in-cheek spoof, because anyone that genuinely stupid and hateful really needs to be under close and constant medical care.

Nothing written by Noonan will ever top the time when he declared “science is dead”.

Y’know, I look at crap like this and I think “Damn, mikey, you could fake it and make a decent living, maybe even end up on tv”. But upon closer examination, this level of depleted uranium stupid coupled with the most amazing twists of logic, piled on top of a near-perfect ability to selectively hear only that information that works for a given premise isn’t as easy as it looks. Oh sure, you say, it’s just an exercise in imagination, like writing for the tabloids or writing MarCom collateral for Pharma companies, but I submit it is not. Now I’m not saying you have to be a true believer, any consideration of that requirement was dashed by the one-two punch of Mark Foley and Ted Haggard. But you WOULD need to be able get inside the mindset and actually be fluent in Wingnut, or it would come off as parody. And the likes of Noonan, Swank, Hanson et al would not work if not for the ability to reach out to a specific segment of American society and be taken seriously.

Ummm, excuse me, after that dalliance I have to go wash…

mikey

I used to wonder why the Mystery Science Theater 3000 guys used to say “noonan” to throw off someone’s concentration.

Now I don’t.

That is some straight gangsta shit right there. Mark Nooan is the hardest wingnut on the block.

Noonan is an OG wingnut–obsequious and groveling.

My old friend Keefer from scrutator is a Noonan follower, it seems.
We should try and get queefy to come here. He’d be a fun troll. He’s got a sense of humor n he even acts like a human being sometimes.

He also uses “Hitlery,� “Piglosi,� and — most bizarrely — “(DN)C-Span�. I’m really hoping that’s a tongue-in-cheek spoof, because anyone that genuinely stupid and hateful really needs to be under close and constant medical care.

Is he a spoof? Sadly, no! He’s completely serious. What’s really funny, though, is that a year or so ago, there was a spoof blog, scrutator.net, where people would write that sort of stuff, and that guy enthusiastically supported what the scrutator folks were saying. When they revealed the joke and said, “We were kidding and saying ridiculously stupid things on purpose to show how stupid they are–and you actually went with it!” the guy pretty much freaked out. In fact, he went back over to B4B and started accusing various commentariat of being spoofs as well, which was, needless to say, incredibly funny.

I miss scrutator. (And strangers with candy.)
It was like having a batting cage that didn’t pitch too fast in your basement. You always knew it was a bit too easy, but it was fun smacking their pitches hard anyways.

Hastert’s planning room, pre-election:

DH: Sweeney! Spread rumours that you’re a wife-beater.
DS: If I punch her, she’ll phone the cops and it’ll be on the record.
DH: Good planning Sweeney! Pombo! Can you just be a fat bag of shit?
RP: Sure thing Denny.
DH: All right then. Foley! I want you boner-in-hand with those pages.
MF: Standing at attention sir. But what are you going to do?
DH: I’m going to dither boys, dither like I’ve never dithered before, and I pray to god the house goes Democrat.

That ‘scrutator’ site sounds interesting, I wish I had gotten to see it.

One this that this makes me think of, perhaps someone else’s mind is going along the same track as mine. Noonan uses, as one of the other commenters said, radioactive levels of stupidity in his thinking. And it’s true, I bet it is challenging to be as stupid as he is. Like I bet it takes constant work.

What I have noticed for the past 5 years, however, is that the populace of the USA has absolutely no level of stupidity it will not go below. Not only would you not lose money underestimating the intelligence of the American public, it is beginning to seem that there is no bad effect that can come to you if you lie to the American public, and there is no good effect that could come to you from telling the truth to them.

What ‘Major Smegma’ is saying makes me wonder, however, if the general populace is seriously tiring of non-reality-based thinking? I know the ‘Major’ is only one person, but-

Is there some kind of actual social disadvantage that can come to you if you always smell like concentrated stupidity? Or do only a few people have noses for that, and the general populace just doesn’t have the ability?

Sorry, my thoughts on this are still vague.

that and, of course, a great deal of GOP caving to Democratic spending demands in a vain attempt to keep the Democrats united with the GOP in pursuit of victory in the war.

In a couple of days, I’ll be going back to my reactionary parents’ house and will get to listen to this kind of stuff for a week. God I hate the holidays.

One this that this makes me think of

Sorry, “One thing that this makes me think of..”

In a couple of days, I’ll be going back to my reactionary parents’ house and will get to listen to this kind of stuff for a week. God I hate the holidays.

Gee, sorry to hear it’s like that dude. Long-abiding family conflicts can be the worst.

Good luck this year, maybe they are noticing that the Iraq war is a total disaster? It throws reactionaries off sometimes.

This was arguably scrutator’s finest moment. George Bush there was also GOP4ME, one of the main spoofers. We’d get silly and petty but apart from Keefer I don’t think anyone there really meant it.

If Noonan wanted to make a REALLY funm arguement, he’d claim that the Repubs bowed to Dem demands for more arbitrary spending because they had blackmail photosgraphs from the last RNC convention involving newts, a calliope, and several gallons of KY jelly.
Or said that they would release the Foley sex scandle unless they approves a DHS grant of several hundred thousand dollars to secure that Alaska town with a populatin of three thousand.
Choices!

New Jersey to become another gay state of USA

God I never get tired of Pravda. Take one translation, strip off cultural context, mix with any news item and bake 45 minutes. Add sporadic pictures of hot women for maximum hilarity.

In a couple of days, I’ll be going back to my reactionary parents’ house and will get to listen to this kind of stuff for a week.

LOL. I’ll be heading home, too, to meet and greet my sister and brother-in-law, who thought The Bell Curve was the greatest literary work ever. It will all I can do to keep my vindictive wife from jumping up and down, fingers in her ears, and chortling in their faces about the Congressional elections. C’mon, Honey, it’s Christmas!

I’ll be going to my uncle’s house, where all my cousins will also be in attendance. We’re all Democrats of varying degrees of leftiness, but we’re Irish and most of us drink, so it will be extremely LOUD and hazardous to the hearing. Still, everything should be cheery this year, with the elections and all. The only item of dread is football and the yearly ritual of watching – well, the having on in the background – of Chevy Chase’s Christmas Vacation, which is extraordinarily non-funny, even for a Chevy Chase film.

Good luck this year, maybe they are noticing that the Iraq war is a total disaster? It throws reactionaries off sometimes.

My plan is to lavish praise on Bush and the “war” – “it’s going great, don’t you think?” I’ll say. “A couple more car bombs ought to do it, and then we can come home, the world peaceful and safe,” I will announce.

That should drive them to fever trying to figure out just who has really gone crazy.

Suggested Fun Holiday Topics!

“Boy, thank god the Iraq war had driven gas prices down so much! Am I right?”

“Hey! How about that national Republican mandate? Sure has been a tough year for Democrats!”

“You know, I read somewher that we’ve been in Iraq longer then we were in WWII! Shouldn’t Iraq have surrendered by now?”

“Now that we live in this ‘Age of Terrorism’, all I can say is thank god the NRA and the GOP won’t let the FBI track the purchases of weapons! That might invade on our rights of privacy!”

For more fun, add rum! Escape in the confusion.

I’m going up to my sister’s. We’re all pretty hardcore lefties, but there are still two areas of potential disagreement. I’m pretty much the family’s only atheist, so they tend to grill me almost unendingly. Not in a “trying to convert me” model, they just can’t understand my position no matter how carefully and non threateningly I explain it. Then, my brother in law is really jewish. And my sympathy for the Palestinian cause and hostility towards Israel’s behavior in the region, along with America’s unquestioning support, tends to be a source of some friction. He thought Israel’s reaction in Lebanon this summer was entirely proportionate. “Hey, they keep launching missiles”. Some of these will come up, but mostly we’ll party and laugh and it will be fun…

mikey

We are quite possibly the most secular family ever. No religious beliefs or church attendance for four generations. Pretty amazing, when you consider it. When some family member brings home a friend or in-law with religious beliefs, it’s interesting to watch everyone try to politely ignore it the way one might ignore a blemish on someone’s chin

My family is pretty much entirely made up of radical liberals.

For some reason I don’t quite understand, though, they’ve all converted to Christianity in about the last five years, and they take it VERY seriously.

It’s kind of irritating; I love my aunt, which makes it even more irritating that she has such a shallow understanding.

I was talking to a distant reletive (My great-Aunt’s niece’s husband, or something) about religion, and he’s a theology proffesor, but I’m kind of scared for his students, because his comparative theology is, to put it bluntly, crap.

Basically, his feeling is that the ancient Greeks were the only society to really perfect te scientific method. They combined this with Judaism, the religion that at the time had the closest relationship with, and most correct understanding of god. This provided the best venue for god to send his son, thus creating Christianity, the most positive and correct philosophy on the entire planet. This was fine until the darn Muslims had to screw it up by adding a bunch of worthless and disgusting flaws to the religion, creating Islam.

All other religions on the planet are the work of noble savages, who arrived at their vahgue and alien beliefs not through the methodological questioning of Christianity, but through a sort of child-like intuition.

He also briefly alluded to the “liar, lunatic or lord” argument and obliquely called me an idiot.

Now, this didn’t bother me, because he’s one of the few people in the family who actually knows enough about theology to be interesting to talk to, and yet at the same time his comparative theology is so, wrong, and so easily demonstrated to be wrong, that I can still know I’m smarter then him on something.

What really bothered me is that my aunt listened to that claptrap, and found it compelling. I mean, seriously, The Journey West is one of the most popular books in Chinese history, and the damn thing is entirely about methodological, comparative theology. I mean, really now.

It takes a lot of hard work to hold on to the “inscrutable oriental” stereotype in 2006.

I’m perfectly comfortable around religious people, as long as they don’t start trying to save my soul. My partner’s dad is a Witness, but he never, ever preaches at me or tries to convert me, which I’m not sure they would care for down at the Kingdom Hall, but works out great for me. He’s an Apache who grew up on the rez, had no formal schooling but can read and write both English and Spanish and has made a living all his life with an understanding of diesel engines and other impressive mechanical skills. He enjoys a Dos Equis or Modello Negra and a shot of tequila as much as the next guy. What he finds so compelling in the Witnesses is a mystery to me, and will have to remain so, cause I love the old man and have no intention of arguing with him about it anytime soon.

I’m probably most comfortable with leftist Catholics (some of the few true socialists going strong in the US today), Unitarians, and Buddhists. But I have an unfortunate tendency to start laughing at anything presented to me as an absolute, so I genuinely struggle to avoid any sort of theological discussion, especially at work or within people’s families.

gjdodger, I have one wingnut brother and sister-in-law, and one rabidly and completely unreasonable wingnut aunt.

It’s damn lucky for them that I’m not going to my mom’s for the holidays this year, or I’d be just like your wife, except without the jumping up and down.

I’d probably just wear my ‘McCaskill for Senate’ buttons and t-shirts whenever I knew I would see them, and giggle a lot.

The rest of the rellies are fairly (real, not fake) moderate, although the reign of GWB has nearly sent my aged mother over the edge to join me in lefty radicalism.

PS The beauty part? The sister-in-law worked for one of the defeated GOP Congresscritters. Now she needs to find a real job.

*giggling madly just thinking about it*

That being said, my household is something of a theocracy, in that I am the goddess and all under my roof (except the Kitty Cheese, who is a goddess in her own right) must do my bidding. I must go and bringeth my wrath down on my son until he taketh out the trash.

Ta!

GW, i rarely use the “LOL” thing, but the thought of you and sis in law is LOL worthy!

Right.!

In a couple of days, I’ll be going back to my reactionary parents’ house and will get to listen to this kind of stuff for a week. God I hate the holidays.

Mark, one of the great joys of being a grown-up is that you don’t HAVE to spend time with your relatives if you don’t want to. Inventing new and more unbustable escape fictions (moving from “big paper due” to “new job & I’m low man on the vacation roster” to “pet’s medical emergency” to “refinishing project in my new house”) is one of life’s great maturation rituals. If you love them enough to visit but not enough to give them 24-hour access to your poor tired mind, acquiring a dog, a partner, or a child gives you an unbustable excuse for renting a motel room. (“Gosh, will you look at the time! Gotta take little Buster for a run/off to bed! Guess your explanation of how Billary poisoned Dubya’s ODouls will have to wait for another time!”) Acquiring the funds to achieve such boltholes is one mechanism whereby your genetic ancestors force you to work hard & pair off. If all else fails, find a friend or three who has the same problems with THEIR parental units, and schedule phone breaks when you can vent to each other — it really DOES help keep you sane if you can stay in touch with like-minded souls, which is incidentally another good reason for pairing off with a fellow liberal .

Mikey, I tell those among my relatives who are still committed Catholics (at least the ones I’m still on speaking terms with) that my branch of neo-Paganism believes proselytizing is a sin. Therefore, if I were to listen to their paeans about the wonders of The True Faith, I would be forcing them to commit a mortal sin, and I don’t want that on my conscience. It hasn’t stopped them from believing that the cultists have warped my mind, but most of them now remember not to get me started — and it’s kind of fun having a big Drama Queen skit on hand if it looks like someone is going to slip and start going on about how the new pastor Really Understands “difficult” people (like me). Of course, everyone in my family is a vaudeville performer at heart, so maneuvering to use one’s own set pieces while blocking everyone else’s displays is an essential and much-enjoyed part of every reunion!

Candy, I’m still LOLing myself. I can’t even talk to her on the phone because I’m afraid I’ll start laughing and not be able to stop!

Anne, you are so right! I have found that Ganesh Bengal Cat’s ‘condition’ (never specified because it’s too disgusting–hee hee) keeps me from all unwanted social engagements. He always seems to relapse in December, poor thing!

No, I cannot have him cloned so you all can have one. Visit the shelter, my friends, many pets available so that you, too, can avoid your wingnut rellies!

Also, Anne’s advice about forming one’s own family is right on the money, as well. I have a family of caring friends, whose birth families are either gone or impossible to deal with. I consider them my ‘real’ family. We have wonderful, stress-free holidays together whenever we can.

Anne, I did get out of it last year, but I couldn’t really do it two years in a row.

Has anyone seen my razor? Mark Noonan borrowed it a while ago to prove the existence of god, but if he’s not even going to bother sharpening it, I’d like it back before it gets rusty.

I think Evolution wants his brain back, for the same reason.

William of Ockham, that was excellent. Well and truly.

Wow, this board dies without me around.

You know, I think I’m on board with government funded halos of flowers and Hershey’s Kisses. That works well for me.

There are about six different types of GOPers mentioned in that brief bit of text, …
Is that it, or did I miss something?

Somehow you forgot the Greys and the Reptoids… or perhaps Noonan omitted them, for fear of jeopardising his security clearance.

Well, it’s pretty commonly known that all politicians are Reptoids….Just ask David Icke.

Did you know they drink your blood?

If Mark is related to Peggy, it is not as her son. Per Wikipedia, this unnamed son is 19 years old. Wikipedia does describe her as divorced single-mother conservative spiritual-Roman Catholic, so I feel less stung by her dismissals of decadent liberals than I did before reading it.

the_millionaire_lebowski gave a really interesting link to Pravda, which I followed, and from there you can find some cool stuff I didn’t know about history:
Invisible forces attack humans shear their hair and inflict terrible wounds

http://english.pravda.ru/society/anomal/12-05-2006/80185-poltergeist-0

Well, it’s pretty commonly known that all politicians are Reptoids….Just ask David Icke.

Did you know they drink your blood?

If only he’d included Total Dick Cheney on his roster of reptoids, I might have to start believing in Mr. Icke’s unified theories! (/snark)

“Casey Luskin, evolution denier extraordinaire, is (AFAIK) the spawn of Donald Luskin, economics wingnut extraordinaire.”

Is this true? If so, they must surely be good candidates for “Stupidest family on earth”.

Does anybody know how to modify a user script for Greasemonkey? One of the trolls has broken mine.

Never mind, I figured it out.

Mmm… pie!

One more to add to Some Guy’s list of Fun Holiday Topics:

“Boy, it’s a good thing we didn’t elect Kerry in 2004! God, his lesbian daughter and her ‘partner’ might have ended up in the headlines for her pregnancy! Good thing we re-elected the Family Values party!”

That pravda site is awesome.

just awesome.

Did you know they drink your blood?
It’s not the blood-drinking I mind so much. It’s the incessant abductions that get me down. I come upstairs, sit down at the computer… and the next thing I know, hours have passed, without a lick of work to show for it.

I’m sort of getting used to the anal probes.

I’m surprised no one has brought up the Nuggets-Knicks brawl and the Thomas-as-mob-boss editorials that are coming around. There was a particularly funny one in the Denver Post, but alas, I cannot find a link. DePo’s take was hilarious, nicely rounded out with too-lame-for-internets analogy (“Thomas takes no hits, he just calls them”,”Look for [Thomas] in the shadow of a Melee”) and pearls-clutching whining (“These mean midwestern boys are trying to ruin everything”).

Also, WordPress has appeared to have blocked the IP of my favorite coffee show.

EDIT: Nevermind! The piece I posted about above was actually by the venerable Selena Thomas of the NY Times, Look for a Mastermind in the Shadow of a Melee

I’m surprised no one has brought up the Nuggets-Knicks brawl and the Thomas-as-mob-boss editorials that are coming around.

For a clear victory he should have sent in more Knicks.

http://video.google.com.au/videoplay?docid=5801978637941865090

Your wish is my command, Anne. Just get to about 2:15 and you’ll hear a report of a marine who was murdered because he came forward to tell his story about seeing Dick Cheney turning from a human into an alien.

I may actually watch the rest of this video tonight – but I’m hopped up on NyQuil, so it will just be trippy and fun instead of the painful experience it would probably be otherwise.

I am totally convinced that Joe Lieberman is a reptilian alien from outerspace.

P.S. Good stuff at Driftglass.

Dear Sadly, No:

I like annieangel. I do not approve of when she is being a chundernozzle. I also do not approve of when I am being a chundernozzle. Also, I do not approve of when others are chundernozzles to her. I am not the boss of anyone’s behavior except my own. I forgive everyone their online sins. I have no control over your real life situations.

I wish everyone a good holiday season!

>>this level of depleted uranium stupid coupled with the most amazing twists of logic, piled on top of a near-perfect ability to selectively hear only that information that works for a given premise isn’t as easy as it looks. Oh sure, you say, it’s just an exercise in imagination, like writing for the tabloids

Dear Pinko Punko:

When you say, I do not approve of when she is being a chundernozzle, you seem to imply that there are instances when Annielimpâ„¢ was not a chundernozzle.

1) Do you have any links?

2) What’s a chundernozzle?

Thank you, Happy-Happy, etc!

P.S. I did google chundernozzle, but as you can see this explanation is somewhat self-referential.

Double-A is a funny and pleasant contributor at 3B, although she usually just tells us how nerdlington we are. But it is in a nice way.

And we are all in the debt of the 3B ecology for introducing us such innovative new insults as chundernozzle. Even if we do not have the faintest fricken’ idea what they mean.

Here’s how AA contributes to this blog.

And then there was the thread in which AA insisted a bloody revolution in Iraq was a brilliant plan by the shrub to get our enemies to kill each other.

Soon followed by the thread in which AA insisted we were racists for wanting to get the hell out of Iraq, instead of beating democracy into the Ayrabs the way we beat it into the Japanese and Germans.

I think AA and her friend the limpâ„¢ ought to find their way to an Army recruiting office. Given there’s no chance of that (there’s a reason they’re called chickenhawks), and that every appearance by AA on this site can be summed up: “forget what you losers are talking about, look at me, I’m Annie Angel and I need attention!!! now111!one!”, I’m agreeing with the General.

Annie has hearts in her eyes for Pinko.

The General linked my Tribute Video. He loves me, but he can’t admit it without feeling emasculated because I pretty much chopped his head right off.

I’m still workin on the whole Emu concept, and now we got PP bringin the Chunder.

Hey, Pinko, Happy holidays to you and yours. While I’m willing to apologize for being mean or rude (I assume that to be chunderific behavior), like the well worn parable of the woman, the snake and the river, it is, for better or worse, my nature. People occasionally say nice things about me, but they usually don’t include the word “nice”.

I have been harsh to Annie over the past months. While I am comfortable that my reaction was well deserved, I can tell you it’s unlikely to happen again…

mikey

Merry Christmas, Mikey. I hope you have a wonderful Holiday.

Say what you like, that annieangel sure does like pie.

I have this mental image of the activities within the 3B Insult Development Laboratory where new insults (or new uses for old words like Emu) are under constant development and trial. White lab-coats… clip-boards… experimental animals in wire cages… radiation and biohazard warning signs everywhere… that kind of thing. I am too scared to visit 3B for fear of having these preconceptions shattered.

Herr Doktor, I visited. It appears that my comment has been put into a test tube, and sent to the lab for genetic engineering.

So I think you needn’t worry about any preconception shattering!

Actually, visiting 3B is like looking into a small room where a monkey is riding a small unicycle while wearing a pink fez, and two trapeze artists are spanking each other with paddles….while the Guiness guys are yelling ‘Brilliant!” and pouring soft cheese on each other… all the while, Yakety Sax is playing over a Casio 300.

Occasionally, Pinko Punko or one of the other Bulls pokes his head in, while wearing a propeller beanie and a spinning bowtie, says something like “PencilTwaddle!” and if the monkey drops his fez, it becomes Insult of The Day, and they immediately descend upon AmericaBlog or Ann Althouse, spewing Chunderoos and Pencil twaddles until they get banned.

Then they talk about Weird Food And Devastation for the rest of the day.

It’s admittedly an acquired taste.

Nice summary, TC. I’ve noticed that Atrios occasionally bans the overly ebullient Pinko.

Sounds too much like an ordinary day in the office. I come here for the escapism.

I’m assuming that Brad and Co. are all too busy to make a new post.

So Sadly, I throw my hat in the ring.

Pammy bugs.

Teh Stoopid, it Burns!

Well, as is adequately documented in several places, PP hates everybody, and we all know MC Atrios don’t abide no playa haters.

I deny everything.

Even the above denial.

“I pretty much chopped his head right off.”

Oh NO! Analannie has gone over to the Islamolibrulhomonupfacists!!!

(cries)

“all I can say is thank god the NRA and the GOP won’t let the FBI track the purchases of weapons! ”

How do you figure that, last gunshow I went to I still had to fill out the stupid BATFE form and go through a background check.

All just to buy a Springfield Armory SOCOM II.