Mark Coffey is having still more fun with mooonbats, this time via a Top Ten List of progressivist reaction to the devastating news. For myself, I’ve tossed off a quickie commemorative Photoshop:
Poor widdle moonbats; they want so desperately to believe, but reality just won’t leave them in peace.
Update! From the Cry Me A River files, here’s why they’re often called the Loony Left:
I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a look of misery and dejection on the face of my daughter as I just did a moment ago. She just couldn’t understand why the President would be going to Iraq when so many things are wrong in this country. “Doesn’t Mr. Bush care about us anymore?” she asked pitifully.
I sat down with her on the sofa and (as calmly as I could) tried to explain to her why the President seems to be abandoning his country. “Honey, I think his boss, Mr. Rove, sent Mr. Bush out of the country in order to keep himself out of the newspapers. You see, he wasn’t sure if he was going to be arrested today or not, and so he planned Mr. Bush’s trip ahead of time just in case…”
I tried to keep my voice steady, but it became increasingly difficult – the rage and feelings of helplessness were just too much. I think my daughter could tell something was wrong. I found myself at such a loss for words – nothing made any sense; nothing makes sense anymore. I finally had to admit, “Honey, I just don’t know – I don’t know what’s going on in this country anymore…”
Well, y’know, if it’s really all that bad for ya, and if you don’t know what’s going on in this country anymore, and if it really does seem to you that “nothing makes sense anymore,” perhaps it’s time to consider, just for a moment, the possibility of the merest fleeting chance of a hint of an idea that, umm, maybe, just maybe, the problem might be with you and not the wider world? That maybe, just perhaps possibly, peradventure, you ought to reconsider a few things? That mayhap you GOT IT ALL WRONG?
Nah. That just can’t be it.
When I finished her lower lip started to tremble and her eyes began to fill with tears, “Daddy” she said, “why are the Republicans doing this to the country?” Well, that was it for me: I finally fell apart. She just fell into my arms and we both began sobbing for several minutes.
For once she had to comfort me and get me back on my feet. Sometimes I just think it’s too much, but seeing the strength in my young daughter’s voice helped me to get through.
For crying out loud; Karl Rove gets cleared and half the damned country goes on suicide watch — and we’re the ones who’re fucked up, according to them. Jesus Christ, sweet pea, but grow some hair on it and get a life, whydon’cha. I guarantee you that if Rove had got himself indicted, I wouldn’t be losing a lot of sleep over it. I don’t think as great a catastrophe as John Kerry being elected President would have bothered me that bad.
Not that that will ever happen in a million fucking years, of course.
Oops. Sorry about that. Did I just make it all a little bit worse for ya? Gawrsh.
Nice to see people raising their kids right, though, by: providing such sturdy, worthy-of-emulation role models; instilling the belief that it’s the job of the President of the United States to protect, provide, and just by-golly care for us all; and finally, giving the kid a fine example of good mental health, appropriate ethics, and strength of character by breaking down completely when some minor Washington player doesn’t get accused of a crime.
Keep up the good work, freak.
(Via Goldstein, who somehow doesn’t seem overly concerned about this delicate flower’s pain either)