Attack of the bedwetters!

I've been appalled by the bedwetters on the right side of the blogosphere in the past few years; hell, anyone sane has. After 9/11, an amazing number of these people just went nuts. I used to read blogs like Instapundit and Lileks and USS Clueless, and even though they were always in the tank for Bush, I enjoyed their take on things.

But then, after 9/11, they just became unreadable. They became suffused with fear and hate of the enemy, and they, just like so many of the other "warblogs" (heh indeedy) lost me as a reader (while gaining many more readers who were just as scared and freaked out as they were). I've been wanting to do a post about the more extreme side of the right-wing blogosphere, but heck, I'm nauseated by that stuff, so I didn't feel that I knew enough about it to take it down properly. So I'm pleased to point to this Firedoglake post that lays it all out. Good post, but what it details ain't pretty. Lots of naked terror, bluster, racism, and hate. Standard issue for the right-wing blogosphere.

Damn. I need a new rubber chicken.

Last night, we were watching TV when I heard an odd sound from the kitchen. I got up to look, but didn't find anything. Later, Dori discovered that it was the sound of a rubber chicken hitting the floor.

Like so many other people, I keep a rubber chicken hanging in my kitchen. The one that's in there now is quite old; I've probably had it for 20 years. Not that I ever imagined that I would be writing this phrase, but my rubber chicken broke. As you can see, one of the legs snapped. The rubber dried out over the years, probably my fault; I admit there's been a complete lack of rubber chicken maintenance.

Time to pick up a replacement.