“Which Of These Three Just Doesn't Belong Here?
Tell Me, Can You Guess Which One?”
Been working on a few posts to put up here over the last 48 hours, but something else has leapt to the front of the queue today. Something that has been nagging at me something fierce, but was eloquently brought into sharp focus via this brilliant post by the take-no-prisoners TBogg:
MALKIN: “Like actress Sally Field, I am a mom. Unlike Sally Field, I do not live in La-La Land. We breathe a different brand of oxygen. We hold diametrically opposed worldviews. We have nothing in common but stretch marks.
Contrary to tongue-tied Sally's incoherent Primetime Emmy Awards diatribe, childbearing and childrearing experiences do not bond all women in a universal sorority of non-confrontation. There are sheep moms. There are lion moms. We know which kind Sally Field is.”
TBOGG: Michelle likes to categorize people. For example there are "good" people (made up of white people ...and Michelle), and there are "evil" people. They are brown. Unlike Michelle.
In fact, it seems like only last week that Michelle was discussing the difference between 9/10 people and 9/12 people:
MALKIN: But remembrance without resistance to jihad and its enablers is a recipe for another 9/11. This is what fueled my first two books, on immigration enforcement and profiling. This is what fuels much of the work on this blog and at Hot Air. Not every American wears a military uniform. But every American has a role to play in protecting our homeland–not just from Muslim terrorists, but from their financiers, their public relations machine, their sharia-pimping activists, the anti-war goons, the civil liberties absolutists, and the academic apologists for our enemies.
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As the most infamous of all Internet leftists once said: Screw them.
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There are 9/10 people and there are 9/12 people.
TBOGG: As an example of a 9/10 person, Malkin presents Cindy Sheehan, ...a woman who lost her son in a needless war in the wrong country. A war designed to give people like Michelle Malkin the warm fuzzies by making them believe that if we invade their countries and kill enough of them over there, they won't be killing us over here. 9/10 person Cindy Sheehan is a tragic example of what the loss of a child and the ensuing grief can do to a person.
Then there is Michelle Malkin, she is a 9/12 person. Strong. Resolute. She will not submit.
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She's not like Cindy Sheehan; she hasn't got time for sorrow.
Sometimes, the world stops
By Michelle Malkin • September 10, 2007 09:38 AM
I got a late start this busy Monday morning. Lots of news breaking and we’ll get to all of it. But none of it was more important this morning than my son’s very first day of preschool.
Right now, I’m just a misty-eyed momma.
TBOGG: It seems that there is a little 9/10 in Michelle Malkin too.
The only difference is that 9/10 Michelle Malkin's little boy will be coming home to his mother at the end of the day.
9/10 Cindy Sheehan's son will not.
It's an amazing read, replete with supporting photos that help hammer the point home. When you're done here, Go. Read. It.
Because it calls attention to something we're seeing more clearly than ever before, as this sillyfuck, opiate-conceived war sucks the wingers down the shitter and moves them along the sewer pipes of long-term minority status.
That point being that these people, who bleat and cry and wail till their vocal cords are the consistency lye-splashed spaghetti, are doing so while having actually felt very little pain themselves. The glycerin tears of John Boehner, the president's alleged end-of-“Breakfast at Tiffany's”-moments when he thinks of the troops
But as Kool and The Gang sang, “It's Ladies Night!”, and it's there I want to swing the focus to, as the wingnuts are using them as a shield to attack from.
Time to hammer that fucker to pieces.
Malkin's rips on Sally Field for her statements at the Emmys, and more disgustingly, her attacks on Cindy Sheehan prompt one simple question.
What the fuck has she and her peroxide-ed co-horts sacrificed or given up to warrant her venom?
Claiming to be some sort of fearsome “lion mom”? Ooooooh, can't hardly wait for her turn in the Straight-to-DVD “Panic Room II: The Reckoning”. What was her grand sacrifice—her moment of “Wow! She's really putting it on the line”, that allows for her to so denigrate someone else as less tough than she? Her dog-and-pony trip to Iraq, so peril-protected that it made Couric's visit look like Ernie-fucking-Pyle? Walked to the same Potemkin markets as McCain and Graham, visiting pre-cleared Green Zone streets in a futile search for The Treasure of The Hopefully Non-Existent Jamil Hussein? All the while surrounded by mercs and military bodyguards who whack it to screen grabs from her “Defeatocrats” cheer.
Tough? Please.
What the fuck have the Malkins, and Morgans, and Ingrahams, and Coulters given up or done to claim the mantle of “Baddest Bitch”? These clowns are the ones that Pam Grier would effortlessly slap her way past to get to the “Boss Man” behind the double doors.
They have laughably wailed about Shar'ia law coming to Maple Street. They have caterwauled about how stars should “shut up and sing”—unless they silently agree with their genocidal ideas. They have flipped their blond manes (“Neeeeeeiiiiiiggggh!”) and screeched 'faggy-fag!”, and ripped widows who actually lost loved ones on 9-11.
Then...then, there is the woman who made the “ultimate sacrifice”, abusing internet video's ease of production and putting herself up for eternal ridicule with embarrassing “War on Terra” propaganda pieces that featured rapping so bad that it made Karl Rove's mic-rockin' “flow” sound like vintage Rakim.
And worst of all, or best, if you're into watching Gomez Addams quality train wrecks, her infamous actual cheerleading video ripping Harry Reid for daring to consider cutting funding for the Iraq
That's it? That's what they've done for the war? It can now be said. “Rosie the Riveter”, you can rest easy. “Michelle the Bullshitter” and her ilk are nothing to worry about insofar as usurping your place as an icon of homefront dirty work in “the war effort”.
The GOP's hapless deployment of their long-developed “Fembot Farm-Team” as defenders of the homeland, post-September 11th—skirts the fellas can hide behind as the ladies spit venom by proxy, is a bed shit. An unadulterated bed shit when you look at the body of work these no-talent, pre-fab “security moms” have produced in their “fight”, compared to the ultimate hell that Cindy Sheehan and Mary Tillman have lived through during Bush's war.
“What did you do in the war, Mommy?”
CINDY SHEEHAN: “I gave the country my child and he'll never draw breath again.”
MARY TILLMAN: “And I gave the country my child and he'll never draw breath again.”
MICHELLE MALKIN: “That's nothing! I went down to Costume Hut at the Dulles Town Center Mall, bought me a cheerleader outfit and spastically shook my narrow ass for the camera!
Save the cheerleader, and screw the world.
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