By now I’m sure you all know about Mama Moonbat’s sniveling diatribe announcing her intention to quit the anti-American antiwar movement:

I have endured a lot of smear and hatred since Casey was killed and especially since I became the so-called “Face” of the American anti-war movement. Especially since I renounced any tie I have remaining with the Democratic Party, I have been further trashed on such “liberal blogs” as the Democratic Underground. Being called an “attention whore” and being told “good riddance” are some of the more milder rebukes.

Yeah, well, I promise you’ll get a lot worse than such lightweight fare should you ever be unfortunate enough to cross my path, you vile sow. Not that that’s at all likely, thank merciful Heaven.

The rest is your typical me-me-me whine, just as you’d expect. The only remotely interesting part, and the part that I wanted to comment on, is the end:

Good-bye America …you are not the country that I love and I finally realized no matter how much I sacrifice, I can’t make you be that country unless you want it.

She’s right, and I’m just glad she finally figured that important little fact out. This isn’t the country she loves, and it’s the same for most of her ersatz progressivist pals. With constant vigilance from real Americans and a little luck, it never will be.

That’s why the only real response they can make to our side questioning their “patriotism” is a lot of overwrought spluttering and very little substantive argument. It’s because when it comes to patriotism, they don’t have any. And they’ve spent so many years proposing patriotism as some foolish Neanderthal notion — a dangerous and detrimental thing to the victims of those benighted fools whose weakness and lack of intelligent sophistication leads them to succumb to it — that it’s awfully hard for them to turn on a dime when it’s politically necessary and start declaiming the power of their deep and abiding love of country.

They love their idea of what this country ought to be, sure: a vague fantasy of a benevolent überstate that, if it existed at all, would look something like the progeny issuing forth from a politi-carnal union of Cuba and one of the more nannyish of the EUrosocialist countries; a nation Born to Rule, one blessed with all the ballsy derring-do and audacious pluck of Canada, the integrity and forthrightness of Saudi Arabia or Egypt, the burgeoning economic strength of Rwanda, and the military acumen and might of Sri Lanka or Uganda.

But until they can persuade America to embrace such an enfeebled condition, we’ll always be the bad guys, and their mewling and/or sheepish protestations of patriotism (but only when absolutely necessary, for political purposes) will always be drowned out by the volume of their incessant cursing of America’s very existence. And like Cindy says, they can’t remake us into Nanny Nirvana unless we want it.

Scary thing is how many of us seem to want it these days. One is forced to admit they’ve already gotten us way too close for comfort. Seems to me they could all head out for Venezuela or such other commie shitpot as has a promising head start on fully realizing the progressivist dream — a nightmare to those who love liberty and revere the US Constitution — and leave the rest of us to eventually suffer the karmic retribution that, according to them, must surely be on its way by now.

QUICKIE LINK DUMP: Oh, and on a final Memorial Day note, Uncle Jimbo went and hung out with moonbats so the rest of us don’t have to. Check it out, and keep a gag bag handy. Commenter Mary Ann sums up the whole squalid mess quite nicely, I think.

A new feature at Hot Air that’s pretty cool.

Jeff’s at it again with the usual cast of purblind petty nuisances, who this time are apparently seriously trying to argue that there was no prior planning for the Iraq war and occupation. Anybody who knows a damned thing about how the federal G (and most particularly the intelligence agencies and Defense) operates knows how utterly blockheaded an assertion that is; military, intelligence, and security types have plans for everything from whether or not the sun rises in the morning to whether or not POTUS can manage a stiff crap when it does. Which fact, of course, does not one damned thing to keep the Lefty spittle and drool from flying all over the place. As usual, Jeff hands ‘em their asses, and as usual, they’re all too got-damned stupid to know it.

Via Lileks: I has a bucket!

And that’s about all I have the time or patience for right now, folks.

Update! Via Ace and Dan: Lefty patriots observe Memorial Day in their own unique and special way.