Another look into the seething right-wing id

Not much to say about this Turner Diaries-esque fever dream that hasn't already been said, but it does nicely illustrate the limits of wingnut thought. There's no point in pointing out that it makes no sense to have liberals teaming up with Islamic fundamentalists; WE HATE LIBRULS and WE HATE ISLAM; therefore, THEY'RE THE SAME THING. So it is written. Thy kingdom come; thy will be done.

Seriously, as you know, or perhaps don't, I've been struggling with the thought that maybe it's presumptuous of me to assume that we're RIGHT and they're WRONG--because, after all, it's a pretty big--and self-serving--coincidence that our side would have all the answers, but I'm kind of abandoning that stance now, because come on--these people are like children. Stupid, violent children. Basically, Edward Gorey's Beastly Baby (wow, it actually hadn't occurred to me before how incredibly apropos that story is, but just try to tell me that the character doesn't remind you of an unholy amalgam of Beck and Limbaugh). Can you imagine a left-wing version of this game, with Jon Stewart and Keith Olbermann beating back the right-wing hordes? No. No, you cannot. Because we are not that childish and dumb. Because while we may (or may not; we don't march in lockstep, which is our blessing and our curse) admire certain pundits on the left, we don't imagine them as GI Joe characters. Because we are not four years old. Yeesh.