Post-election gloat: the betrayal of the wingnuts

It’s good to gloat, isn’t it? Not only did America vote for socialism, according to the wingnuts, but even their leaders have betrayed them. Mark Ames has the story:

Like the much more numerous Freepers, the mob at Pajamas Media is outraged because they have been betrayed. It’s not just that the liberals betrayed them, but that the leaders they’d followed — Fox News, right-wing bloggers, and the Republican elite who have been mobilizing their pitchfork fury — now find their savagery a liability, and they’re abandoning them. It’s the fury of having been played for a sucker — and the “real American” mob has been played for the biggest sucker in American history, as is clear from their sense of abandonment.

It is an incredible spectacle to behold: the Republican elite abandoning a 20-year narrative at the snap of a finger just to make sure that it is positioned well in the new Obama dynamic. The Republican elite has clearly decided that the “Real America” mob it had exploited had become a liability, but still it’s amazing how seamlessly and quickly it can throw its own audience overboard. Witness the smear campaign against the right-wing mob’s heroine, Sarah Palin, who is now being taken down by none other than Bill O’Reilly.

Fun as it is to see all those rageoids, queen bees and internet hard men waking up to discover they had just been thrown away like a day old condom, it’s also a bit worrying. These are the people who at every turn in their life have made the wrong choice; they’re not going to have any road to Damascus style conversion, see the light and become good Democrats. No, as documented by our good friends at Alicublog or Sadly, No, tif anything this experience is only going to harden their views, and having a legion of bitter, resentful, angry people around blaming Obama and the Democrats, as well as their erstwhile leaders for their own failures is not a recipe for happiness. We don’t need to look at the example of Weimar Germany to see how dangerous this situation could be, American history has a fair few examples of its own as well.

Wingnuts In The Workhouse

Things are getting a little bit Dickensian for some wingnut bloggers.

Roy Edroso at Alicublog writes the sad story of the crash and burn of a wingnut blogger post-election: after having placed his faith (and his family’s future security) in the simple business formula of repeating rightwing talking points online like a parrot in return for ‘donations’ from readers, blogger Kim DuToit is surprised that his plan failed. But how could such a moneymaking scheme ever possibly have failed?

So strong was this blogger’s belief that blogging would rescue him from a life of wage-slave misery and potentially degrading manual toil (isn’t that what the bleks are for?), South African import DuToit spent seven fruitless years pursuing his dream of national punditry, during which time all it gave him was gout:

I hadn’t thought about Kim du Toit — celebrated author of “The Pussification of the American Male” and other two-fisted screeds on self-reliance — for quite some time when pure, blind luck led me to this fascinating essay by his wife, explaining why Mr. du Toit will soon cease blogging, despite an alleged flood of reader protests: “The truth is folks, we can’t afford it.”

Astonishingly, blogging has not been the bonanza the du Toits might have wished for, and as Mr. du Toit is unable to “contribute to our financial requirements” with a more traditional job because of his gout, times have grown hard. Mrs. du Toit cashed in her IRA last year, but that money was all spent on a “last hurrah around the world with our kids,” lap-band surgery for their daughter, household repairs, and servers for Mr. du Toit’s blogging.

“We’ve staid-off bankruptcy, but just barely,” says Mrs. du Toit. “The truth is, we spoke to an attorney about bankruptcy, but we’d be forced into a two year commitment of repayment, not debt forgiveness, and the kid’s college would be the expense we’d have to stop under that scenario.”

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Let me get this straight.

After deliberately getting themselves into humongous debt and deliberately wasting what few assets they had on a] personal pleasure and b] a business that had yet to show any return (other than the aforementioned gout), these people now want the whole lot written off and show no intent to repay anything at all? There’s conservative self-reliance and pioneer moral fibre for you.

“So now, as an infallible way of making little ease great ease, I began to contract a quantity of debt.”

Dickens, Great Expectations

A commenter to the post likens the DuToits to Dickens’ Veneerings; I think Dickens would have recognised them as more general but no less self-interested types. They’re Pecksniffian sanctimonious hypocrites (“Some people likened him to a direction-post, which is always telling the way to a place, and never goes there”) whilst and at one and the same time they’re Mr Micawbers, with their an unshakeable faith in a providential turning up of something: but most of all what they are is Pip from Great Expectations, with his secret grandiosity and feelings of entitlement but without the charm.

We spent as much money as we could, and got as little for it as people could make up their minds to give us. We were always more or less miserable, and most of our acquaintance were in the same condition. There was a gay fiction among us that we were constantly enjoying ourselves, and a skeleton truth that we never did. To the best of my belief, our case was in the last aspect a rather common one.

Great Expectations

I wonder how many more smalltime wingnut bloggers are getting a visist from the skeleton truth about now? Dare I mention Pyjamas Media?

I might feel a bit sorry for the deluded idiots. Yes, even the DuToits: they thought the Republican reich would last forever, they thought that if they could just be strident enough, loyal enough and vicious enough that the rightwing media gravy train would slow down specially for them, just in time to catch their free ride to fame, fortune and future Fox punditry.

I might feel sorry for them, but I don’t. That’s because this yummy schadenfreude is so delicious. Please sir, can I have some more?

Not At All Safe For Work, But Oh, So Satisfying

Poor old whiny-ass titty Republicans babies. How they suffer.

The Rude Pundit, for one, is enjoying every minute of it immensely, as well he might:

…let’s all say a huge “Fuck you” to some of those who have been shitting in our nests for the last eight years:

A great big “fuck you” to the warmongers, the fearmongers, the hatemongers, and the neocons. Last night, we said to them, “You can’t scare us anymore.” And we shoved their Iraq and their 9/11 whoring and their Iran threat and their WMDs and their pre-emptive doctrines and their Gitmo and their torture right up Dick Cheney’s ass and laughed while he tried to get it out ’cause it burns his sphincter so fucking badly.

Let’s say, “Suck our dicks” to the religious right. Sure, they can still get people to hate on gays, but now we know: Jesus doesn’t fucking care about Christian conservatives. Jesus said, “Lick my holy balls” to the evangelicals last night because, see, Jesus wants us to stop being such motherfuckers to each other and to the rest of the world. It’s proof, no? That Jesus wants liberal judges? That Jesus wants abortion to be safe? That Jesus wants Nancy Pelosi to be Speaker of the House? That Jesus wants science to rule the day? Yeah, Jesus fooled you, motherfuckers. You tried to speak for him, but last night he spoke loud and clear.

Let’s say, “Go fuck yourselves” to the right wing media, to the Fox “news” people and political analysts and insane columnists and idiotic bloggers who spouted lies and conspiracy theories and who rectally examined every aspect of Barack Obama’s life, hoping that something, some association, some vague phrase he said, would make people think he’s just another nigger. And you failed, you piss-drinking, talking points vomiting, garbage-fucking whores. Because, at the end of the day, America so rejected what you were peddling that the truly honorable among you should be dangling from your own nooses today, leaping out of your syndicate’s or network’s office windows, sitting in bathtubs and dropping your plugged-in TV’s into the water.

Finally, for today, let’s kick John McCain and Sarah Palin while they’re down. Because everything they did made Barack Obama and Joe Biden seem that much more honorable and presidential. Because every misstep they made showed just how incredible and beautiful a machine the Obama campaign was. Because every slime McCain painfully threw ended up coating his face and made Obama seem that much brighter. Because every tinny, awkward, wrong word squeaked out of Palin made Biden appear even more the elder statesman. Because the country said to both of them, “You are full of shit, and we know it. Go the fuck away.”

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Yes, lets say a big fat juicy “Fuck you” to every single one of these assholes! All together now…

UPDATE

Oh yeah, and fuck you too, Wall St Journal. “One promise of his victory is that perhaps we can put to rest the myth of racism as a barrier to achievement in this splendid country.” Oh yah, ya betcha.

Well, I’ll Go To The Top Of Our Stairs

I’m indebted to M. Bouffant of Just Another Blog From LA for drawing my attention to this quote from white supremacist Bill White, of the American National Socialist Workers Party:

“There’s a real problem in what’s called the ‘white movement.’ One, there’s a lot of people who are just mentally ill, and we deal with those a lot. No. 2, there are people who have serious sexual problems.”

No! You don’t say!