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Sadly, we here at Sadly, No! know all to well the clinical manifestations of dissociative troll disorder, and so, while reading Andy Breitblart’s assessment in the Moonie Times of his own performance on Bill Maher’s Real Time, I couldn’t help but notice most of the major indicia of an advanced case of that disorder.
Pretty much everyone I respect in media and politics recommended I not go on HBO’s “Real Time With Bill Maher.” But on Friday night, I defied that wisdom and had the time of my life.
I sparred with Mr. Maher, Georgetown professor Michael Eric Dyson and a MoveOn.org audience from hell that booed my sentences before they were completed.
We’re only two sentences into Brietbart’s column and he’s already presenting as an 8 on the Shoelimpy-Ruppert scale (10 being maximum trollishness). It’s really a classic case. Andy enters the lion’s den of vicious liberals against everyone’s advice. Once there he is outnumbered, abused, maligned and ridiculed by moonbats. But nonetheless the troll, by sheer force of intellect, emerges victorious!
Upon walking off the stage after Friday’s show, I felt like I had gone 12 rounds with Mike Tyson and Roberto Duran. But when I got back to my dressing room, my BlackBerry was filling with messages from people I’ve never met, many of whom disagree with my politics but were compelled to praise my willingness to enter the lion’s den.
And here Breitbart goes off the Shoelimpy-Ruppert scale with his unlikely, no, flat-out-bogus tale of his being showered with liberal accolades after the show was over. Forgive me for nit-picking, but where did people who’ve never met Breitbart dig up his email address? I’ve looked for it, God knows, and I haven’t been able to find it. Nevertheless liberals who never met Breitbart went searching for his email address at 11:00 p.m. on Friday night just so that they could send him kudos for yelling “whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa” and putting scare air quotes around “black studies intelligentsia” on HBO. Uh huh. And on Friday night at the same time, I got a booty calls from Brad Pitt and Stephen Moyer Ryan Kwanten.
Of course, the alleged plaudits continued the following day:
The next morning, the Starbucks barista recognized me and said he was a liberal. Go figure! Yet he also said my critique of Professor Dyson’s knee-jerk use of the race card struck a chord. He also complimented my on-air demeanor.
The barista also said that Andy’s haircut was awesome.
Andy wraps up with a final classic troll flourish: the “I used to be a liberal before . . . ” schtick:
My trajectory from left to right began with a similar seed of doubt. Coincidentally, it was the race issue and how the media mistreated Clarence Thomas during his confirmation hearings. It’s no coincidence I made that a central argument on the show, too.
That has to be the lamest and most improbable excuse for an alleged personal conversion since Mark Foley said that sex with a priest turned him gay.
*Cf.