Saturday, November 13, 2004

Surreal, man, just surreal

(Via Capitalist Lion)

Mike, the blogmiester of Cold Fury, really cuts the Seriously Loopy Leftists a new one. A quickie:

Yep, that's right, you commie bastiches, we're coming for you. It's only a matter of time now until you hear that late-night knock on the door you've been dreading all along. Our jack-booted gendarmerie is going to be working overtime rounding up every non-white and non-rich subject of our fascist regime, and we're going to be baking every last one of you into pies that we'll then refuse to share with the poor and hungry. We'll be baking those pies in coal-fired ovens, and those ovens will be devoid of any sort of exhaust-scrubber whatever, because we want to release all the toxic gases and chemicals we can into the atmosphere.

Ahem. Now before anyone gets the wring idea, the point he is is working toward is how crazy some of the twaddle from the True Believers has become since Nov. 2. Some of the nonsense, especially places like Democratic Underground, has taken on a surreal edge that Luis Buñuel would have envied.

But in a testimony to the weird way my mind works, I think we need...A CONTEST! Yes, Mike has made an excellent start in enumerating the Left's Feverish Fantasies, but as a collective whole, the blogosphere can do better.
I'm going to start this off, and anyone who wishes to chime in, post a comment. If I can get enough, I'll turn it into a blog entry.

And a name--we need a name for this. And a logo. We gotta have a logo. Who knows some seminal piece of Surrealistic art that we could use...we can start a whole new bunch of links, a la the Digital Brownshirts.

My entry:
And we're going to drill in the Arctic National Wildlife Preserve. And don't worry about the caribou--they'll make tasty burgers for the guys who are drilling for the oil to power our big new 5 MPG SUVs on all those new highways we're going to build through the wetlands.

Come on, get in the game.

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