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The Editors’ video tribute to wingnuttery is a thing of beauty. Watch and watch again:

I think “My Pal Foot-Foot” is the only song that would work for such a lovely subject.


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Oh. My. God. Just OMG.


Bossy would like to do a cover of that catchy song. She’s thinking maybe a kazoo?


A little piece of my soul just died there. Hopefully it will fall off my soul while I’m driving or something and smack some wingnut in the head.



Aiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!11one!!!eleven! My eyes!



The song is not too bad, but the Pamela is just too too cringeworthy even this way. That poor daughter of hers is going to end up on a watertower somewhere with a sniper rifle.


Pam didn’t make it, but interested parties will be sure to tune in to C-SPAN today!

02:30 PM EST
1:35 (est.)

The State of Conservatism
[National Review], Conservative Summit
Washington, District of Columbia (United States)
ID: 196394 – 01/26/2007 – 1:35 – $29.95

Charen, Mona Syndicated Columnist
O’Beirne, Kate Editor, [National Review], Washington, DC
Malkin, Michelle Syndicated Columnist
Ingraham, Laura Talk Show Host
Lopez, Kathryn Jean Editor, National Review Online

Conservative women talk about the conservative movement.


The Conservative Summit, or as James Wolcott says, the moral pygmy convention.


Who’s Moran?


In all my future correspondence, Pam will be referred to as “Freakshow”. I’m also a little miffed that they would link something pure like the Shaggs with these warts on the ass of society.


What does it say about me that I was able to name that tune in under five seconds?


I am so happy that the Purple Heart Bandaid Bitch and the ‘Get a Brain! Morans’ Moran were included in this tribute, as I feel that each, in his/her own way, represents so ably The Face of the Modern Republican Party.

I think that the Party should think seriously about using them as spokesmodels.


In his fingering-the-camera years, George Bush is the spitting image of Ted Bundy


Man, I feel for Pam’s daughter. She had the same look I used to give my mom when she embarrased me in public. Main difference is, of course, Momma would never, ever go into an incoherent rant about a friggin’ actor and consider it sane political commentary. And I also wonder, as I said at Teh Poorman, if Pam actually thinks there’s terrorist masterminds hiding out in caves somewhere seething with rage because she totally janked them with that whole “Don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like me” thing. Like there sitting there saying, “Damn you, screechy harlot infidel! My girlfriend has a wonderful personality!”

That’s just weird, man.


My favorite part of Pammie’s song is how she advertises that she can’t keep all the different groups she considers enemies clear in her head: “or whatever you call yourselves”.

Cause it’s so much easier to hate when you just recycle the same mental picture of a generic subhuman* to apply your harpy powers toward.

*(c) Marty Peretz


Being subjected to Pammycakes spewing pathetic karaoke to “don’t you wish your girlfriend was a freak like me…” is enough to make me swear off heterosexuality. Well, almost. Maybe with handcuffs and a ball gag… ESPECIALLY the ball gag…


“Oah wahdevah you cwal yworselvz” – that is some baroque Long Island accent. It’s is like an Aline Crumb strip about her mother- “naitchah in awl it’s splendah”.


When I was 6 I got a goldfish for my birthday. Everytime I would take him out of his bowl
to go for a walk he would get the same look on his face as Michelle Malkin in this tasty montage.


What does it say about me that I was able to name that tune in under five seconds?

Retardo could stay Retardo and you’d giggle?


It’s tough enough being that age even if your mom doesn’t obviously need to be on anti-psychotics.

I’ve always wondered if Purple Heart Bandaid Bitch knows she’s a minor internet celebrity. I always thought she looked like a shaved ballsack with dentures.


Something tells me I’m glad to have had the sound off towards the end.





Damn you, Brad.
I’d managed, up ’til now, to avoid seeing video footage of that shrieking harpy, but you tricked me into watching… that!
Damn you!


Is it for this I was born with eyes?


Totally weird, and yes, I did throw up a little bit in my mouth.

Don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don’t cha!


uhhhuhuh. Is it over yet? Make it stop!


I liked how she stopped being “Hawt” to pull up her shoulder strap a bit.

Yeah, baby! Hawt!


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