FrOG* Borepatch is a blogger you should read. Every day. Your Gormogons have even linked him in their blog roll for ease of access. He’s brilliant on global warming pseudo-science, his bete noir, and extremely knowledgeable on matters firearm related. If you don’t have him bookmarked, you should.
Onward to the lovefest. ‘Puter loves it when a fellow blogger takes an issue he (and in this case Czar, too) writes on and uses it to make a better point than ‘Puter did originally. In this case, Borepatch uses ‘Puter and Czar’s musings on the O’Donnell election to argue that the elites on both sides of the aisle have entirely missed the electorate’s message. Here’s a taste of Borepatch’s wisdom:
This November will see the breaking of the Democratic Party, which is half the battle. But everything will come to naught if the Republican Old Guard is not also broken. There is quite frankly no evidence that they will change their old ways unless we break them. Christine O’Donnell may be crazy like a Cat Lady, but she serves the purpose of breaking them. She is particularly useful in this, because it sends the following message:
We’ll vote for the Village Idiot before we’ll vote for you lot.
Some will say that the Democratic Party is killing this country. I can’t argue with that. However, the Republican Establishment is killing the country, too – just a little slower.
You’ve just got to read the entire thing. It’s a masterwork.
When Borepatch brings The Smart, he brings The Smart with a vengeance.
* FrOG = “Friend Of the Gormogons”
Always right, unless he isn’t, the infallible Ghettoputer F. X. Gormogons claims to be an in-law of the Volgi, although no one really believes this.
’Puter carefully follows economic and financial trends, legal affairs, and serves as the Gormogons’ financial and legal advisor. He successfully defended us against a lawsuit from a liquor distributor worth hundreds of thousands of dollars in unpaid deliveries of bootleg shandies.
The Geep has an IQ so high it is untestable and attempts to measure it have resulted in dangerously unstable results as well as injuries to researchers. Coincidentally, he publishes intelligence tests as a side gig.
His sarcasm is so highly developed it borders on the psychic, and he is often able to insult a person even before meeting them. ’Puter enjoys hunting small game with 000 slugs and punt guns, correcting homilies in real time at Mass, and undermining unions. ’Puter likes to wear a hockey mask and carry an axe into public campgrounds, where he bursts into people’s tents and screams. As you might expect, he has been shot several times but remains completely undeterred.
He assures us that his obsessive fawning over news stories involving women teachers sleeping with young students is not Freudian in any way, although he admits something similar once happened to him. Uniquely, ’Puter is unable to speak, read, or write Russian, but he is able to sing it fluently.
Geep joined the order in the mid-1980s. He arrived at the Castle door with dozens of steamer trunks and an inarticulate hissing creature of astonishingly low intelligence he calls “Sleestak.” Ghettoputer appears to make his wishes known to Sleestak, although no one is sure whether this is the result of complex sign language, expert body posture reading, or simply beating Sleestak with a rubber mallet.
‘Puter suggests the Czar suck it.