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They Laughed When I Told Them…


...that the Right would reach it apotheosis with with torch-lit mobs of racists and imbeciles...

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...torchlit mob of racists and imbeciles has been passed to a new and more sneeringly bestial generation of monsters, but other than that nothing fundamental has changed.
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MODERATE:
I want some Traditional Republican values.

MANWHORE:
Oh, I thought you were complaining about the Swastika.

MODERATE:
Oh, heaven forbid. I am one who delights in all manifestations of the Foremost Constitutional Emendation.

MANWHORE:
Sorry?

MODERATE:
Ah like’s a nice torchlit rally, I do.

MANWHORE:
So Rush can go on ranting, can he?

MODERATE:
Most certainly. Now then, some conservative values please, my good man.

MANWHORE:
Certainly, sir. What would you like?

MODERATE:
Well, eh, how about a little Red Chinese bashing?

MANWHORE:
I'm afraid we're fresh out of Red Chinese bashing, sir.

MODERATE:
Oh never mind, how are you on Civil Liberties?

MANWHORE:
I'm afraid we never have that at the end of the week, sir. We get it fresh on Monday...
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Ann Coulter positively creams her Phyllis Schlafly hand-me-down Underoos at the thought of torchlit parades through the rubble of Liberal cities, carrying the disinterred remains of Joe McCarthy aloft in triumph, or running the streets of the world red with the blood of Muslims, liberals, gays and the rest of the usual suspects.
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Their once proud political Party -- the Party of Lincoln for fuck's sake -- is now just another torchlit mob led by the likes of James Dobson, Pat Robertson and Jerry Falwell. And flanked by Tom Delay and Bill Frist and their pustulent ilk on one side and a craven and neutered propaganda machine masquerading as a “Free Press” on the other, they plunge madly on, dragging all of us along deeper and deeper into darkness, shouting out their battle cry.
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The 27% Problem (Ed: from exactly 10 years ago)

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If we have to declare martial law from sea to shining sea to get shut of the lefty Constitution-huggers? Drag then by their smelly dreds into black prisons and saw off their hands until they shut up?

Understand that a world in flames, their every enemy – imaginary, real, here, abroad – writhing in agony, dying in as uncountable vast numbers as grains of sand on the beach is not a nightmare to them.

It is their dearest dream.

Hunkering over a bleeding globe, armed, insane, invulnerable, leering, dictating terms at the point of an ICBM and making the rest of humanity dance is their dream. The Bill of Rights a tattered memory. The bequest of our Founders mounted on pikes and paraded around in torch-lit processionals on Saint Reagan Day.

The do not fear fascism. They do not have the slightest problem with a New Inquisition.

They have no problem making this America’s New Face


The face of a raving nuclear-tipped sociopath, indiscriminately killing anyone who looks at them funny based on imagined slights and the voices in their head.

They only fear a holocaust where they are not the ones wielding the axe.

As I have said before, it’s a helluva story.

The most important story of our generation.

Too bad we no longer have a free and fearless press interested in reporting it.
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Not so funny now.

From US News & World Report today:

Torch-Wielding Group Protests Confederate Statue Removal

A torch-wielding group including prominent white nationalist Richard Spencer has protested against plans to remove a Confederate monument in Virginia.

CHARLOTTESVILLE, Va. (AP) — A torch-wielding group including a prominent white nationalist has protested against plans to remove a Confederate monument in Virginia.

Local media outlets report that the group rallied around the statue of Gen. Robert E. Lee in Charlottesville Saturday night, chanting "You will not replace us."

Among those there was Richard Spencer, who popularized the phrase "alt-right." Spencer spoke at an earlier Charlottesville rally Saturday and tweeted a picture of himself holding a torch at the night protest...
At heart, this has always been who they are.