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July 20, 2005
Wonkette Hates Jonah Goldberg, Michelle Malkin
Not sure what to say about this.
Important bloggers don't give stupid answers about who they "hate."
Real bloggers write powerful, poignant elegies to James "Scotty" Doohan.
True blogging, like true mastery of the Jedi code, requires an abandoment of all hate.
A non-hateful haiku about Wonkette:
Who Gives A Wet Shit About Who You Hate, You Dumb Overexposed Whore?
The Career Fairy is about
to take your fifteen minutes of pseudo-fame
and leave you a nice shiny quarter.
Update! "A Classic Diss": Andrew Sullivan wrongly attributes this "classic diss" to Wonkette, when in fact it was posted by one of her myriad Wonklegangers.
But seriously-- read this weak, barely-makes-any-sense rambling "slam" and decide for yourself if it's a "classic diss."
Does Excitable Andy have any genuine sense of humor at all? Or is he one of those Margaret Cho sorts of comedy-fans, the ones who clap and pretend to laugh at insults they agree with?
There have been "classic disses" on Coulter. I find it gob-smackingly vile that this lame put-down should be one called one of them.
F'n' idiot.
Here's another "classic diss:"
I wouldn't fuck Andrew Sullivan with Andrew Sullivan's dick.
Okay, not really good either. Took me like two seconds to think of that one, and half of that time was spent scratching my balls and staring into space like a thorazine casualty.
Let's see if Excitable Andy also terms it "classic."
"Classic Diss" Of The Day: Log Cabin, who by the way is some kind of homo or somethin', has a much more classic diss on the Humorless Harridan:
I wouldn't fuck Andrew Sullivan with Hillary Clinton's dick.
And just for the record, I believe her dick is named Bill.
Although, actually, I think her dick is named Howard Wolfson. I'm not even sure Bill returns her calls anymore. They communicate primarily through the newspaper, like that guy and Madonna in Desperately Seeking Susan, except Hillary keeps responding to his various "Miss You, Want You, Need You" classifieds and Bill keeps saying "Sorry, hon, I meant someone else. I swear we'll get together in Nantucket one of these days."