If It's Friday, It Must Be Time For HuffPo Cancer Death-Wishes

Whenever I see on the news calls against "Islamophobia," my first thought is, "Good God, who did they kill this time?"

And similarly, whenever I see HuffPo cited on rightwing blogs, I shudder to think who just died or was diagnosed with cancer.

This time it's Tony Snow, acting, he says, with an abundance of overcaution in getting a growth (apparently not now cancerous) removed from his abdomen Monday.

And of course the HuffPoohs come out of the woodwork to wish him ill.

Funny. The right was able to discuss Elizabeth Edwards (patron and fan of Amanda Marcotte, remember) and her cancer diagnosis without wishing death upon her.

Death-wishes are pathetic (and I mean that in the proper sense of the word, not the collequial one). These impotent fairies are reduced to spitting curses like some 108-year-old Gypsy hag, spitting broken-English curses at the ConEd meter-reader.

It's so sad, so Old World, so medeival, so primitive, so classless, so revealing of not only the shabbiness of their spirits but their utter lack of accomplishment or dignity.

When you're reduced to babbling in Gypsy-crone hexes, you really don't have much going on in your life, do you?

posted by Ace at 07:26 PM

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