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May 5, 2010


"You almost have to feel sorry for the trendy left;
they were already smacking their lips in anticipation of the failed Times Square bomber being a white right-wing loser, the next Timothy McVeigh, who would have been an endless cornucopia of agitprop against their political opponents. And then the guy turned out to be yet another Islamist. What a bummer. The stupid old reality just doesn't agree to jibe with the liberal fantasy of how it should be. Although looking at the guy's picture, I give it an over-under of five years until his young smirking face begins to share space on progressive T-shirts with Che Guevara and Mumia Abu-Jamal. The feds are probably still keeping him incommunicado in a secure location, so unfortunately all those present and future cat ladies with a pile of "no war for oil" and "keep your hands off my uterus" buttons on their shirts and big canvas handbags will have to wait a while before writing him love letters, so excited about the fantasy of this edgy and radical rebel against the Bushitler regime who would treat them like a real man that it's a minor miracle that they don't slide off their chairs." -- Ilkka @ The Fourth Checkraise

Posted by Vanderleun at May 5, 2010 7:48 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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