Wingnut Or Moonbat?

“I know what you are, but what am I?”

That’s how I felt after noticing that my blog had been linked by another blog, Elle Est Belle La Siene La Siene Elle Est Belle, which means….fuck if I know, I’m one of those foreign language illiterates Pretendident Baracus Whosayin’ Yomama looks down his nose at.  Anyway, the title of the post in question is, Wingnut With Moonbat Tendencies: The Political Blogger’s Bait And Switch.  Near as I can figure, the “not preeminent blogger,” (her words, at least I assume she’s a “her,” I may not speak French, but I can figure out that much from the name of the blog) thinks I’m a “wingnut” who can’t decide what I really want to be when I grow up.  And while that may, or may not be true, (I haven’t decided what I want to be when, and if, I do ever have to grow up) the example she uses to laugh at me is funnier than her amusement at my expense.  At least, I think it is.

Seems Elle La Belle thinks my post Sotomayor Gay?  Who Cares? is Limbaugh-esque in title, but Obot progressive in text.  Or, something like that.  Now, I can see where that might be funny, if the author of the critical post had a clue about whatever the hell she’s talking about, but in this case, it’s just, well…okay, it’s funny, albeit for drastically different reasons than those she supposes to be true.  Whatever.  Here’s her “logic:”

All because über-ultra-conservative wingnuts (I prefer the unadulterated wingnut to the hyphenated form. O, get up off the floor and be quiet) — all because they have me stuttering when I write, laughing when I read.

They do things like write a fairly cogent post about, say, Sonia Sotomayor — in the guise of — oh, I don’t know — a post about Obama’s inability to speak without use of the teleprompter. Follow along now, it makes perverted sense! Then The Dickwad — oops, I mean The Wingnut — directs traffic in the comment section, where perversion goes to be brought to fruition. Now… my example is of a Two-Stepper but to really make nice with The Evolutionary Bilge, you should go in search of a nicely done Three(or Four)-Stepper, usually constructed with an intermediary entry that serves to narrow the topic focus. In this instance, I could see a post about The Supreme Court reversing one of Sotomayor’s rulings… and wouldn’t it be absolutely Faustian were that to turn out to be something about discrimination “against whites”? Mwa-ha-ha!

“Mwa-ha-ha” is right.  I guess when you begin with a faulty premise, anywhere you go, you’re gonna be lost.  Let’s follow our Belle a bit farther on her journey down the rabbit hole, shall we?

Ah, but what actually happened in this particular real blog is… well, more boring. But very, very effective as wingnutting goes.

She advertised an upcoming post with the following headline: SOTOMAYOR GAY? WHO CARES?

It’s freaking brilliant. You’d think she might even have schooled Limbaugh, given her facility with The Introduce-{Smile Benignly}-Then-Duck-and-Weave Maneuver. I used to give the standard warning — don’t do this maneuver at home — but I must confess that, liberal though I may be, I believe that HOME is the ONLY appropriate place for such tactics!

Then, she goes on to cut ‘n paste from my post, much like I just cut ‘n pasted from hers.  She ends the “hit piece” with a declaration of her appreciation for wingbatted moonnuttiness, right befor her last, oh-so-priceless line:

Is anyone else scared (and I mean really heebie-jeebie scared) by the Burger King King?

Now, that’s not the last line of the post, it’s just the last “oh-so-priceless” one.  The actual last line is a couplet:

Yeah, girder your loins, get snacks.
Choo-choo-choo!

Limbaugh-esque “über-ultra-conservative wingnut” that I am, I find this whole thing amazing, in a Twilight Zone-on-acid kinda way.  Why was she searching Sotomayor’s speculated homosexuality this late in the game?  I mean, I’m not a “preeminent blogger,” myself, so, I doubt if my month-old post is at the top of anybody’s search results list.  Especially if you’re searching “wingnut Sotomayor gay?”  And, I’m pretty sure if you’re looking for hits on the recent Ricci ruling, you’d have to wade through a few hundred pages of hits to get to my post in question, if at all, since as far as I can remember, there’s nothing in it about that.  Oh, what the hell, let me go back and check.

Okay, I’m back.

Nope, nuttin’.  No Ricci, no Affirmative Action, nuttin’.  So, I’m wondering, what gave my “wignuttiness” away?  The fact that I’m black?  Nah, don’t think that would do it.  Maybe it’s because I’m gay.  That could be it, since it seems like more ringers (rightwingers) are coming out in support of gay marriage than Obacrats lately.  But, if I had to guess, it would be the author’s inability to imagine that anyone critical of Sir Look Down His Nose Alot could be a…get this…”liberal.”  Horrors!  Say it ain’t so!

Guess our friend Belle is unfamiliar with us PUMAs, the ultimate liberal faction of what used to be the Democratic party before it was usurped by a lying, shape-shifting Republican-lite (or, not so lite) masquerading as a Democrat seeking “bipartisanship” he doesn’t need.  Even though, like most of us in the PUMAsphere, I do try to provide helpful insights into who I am, what I believe and why.  You’d think a separate page like “Why I’m PUMA” might provide some hints, but, given that this was probably a “hit ‘n run,” I’ll cut her some slack.  In fact, just in case she follows this pingback over here and checks us out, everybody wave!  Altogether, now:  “Hi, Belle!  Looking good, girl, in a wet ‘n wild kinda way!”  Gotta make our guests feel welcome, ya know.  We PUMAs are a friendly lot.  That is, until you piss us off.

But, Belle doesn’t seem like an unqualified, inexperienced, cheating misogynist tool and insensitive, stage-managed corporate shill, so I doubt if she’ll go out of her way to upset anybody.  In fact, maybe once she gets to know us, she’ll understand why I think she’s just so gosh-darned cute.

Nan noo nan noo, over and out.