Well, Here We Go Again

Given the latest McHillary attack on Obama, I thought you'd find this bit from TPM to be pretty funny:

Across the Intertubes, Hillary's trolls and sockpuppets rub their hands and cackle with glee. “At last! This time we finally have him! He is dooooomed, doooomed, I say! Bwahahahahahaha!”

In the Hillarite alternate e-universe...the victory celebration begins with the obligatory bile spitting.

In the real blogs, dispirited supporters of Hillary who haven't been seen in days or weeks reappear to express their confident predictions that, at last, all these deluded Obama voters will finally WAKE UP! (TM) and see what a [pick one or more of the following: (fraud) (sexist) (elitist) (empty suit) (racist) (inexperienced naïve incompetent) (snake charmer) (snake oils salesman) (muslim sleeper agent) (bad evil person misogynist of the male gender who is trying to stop America from electing the Only Woman in America Who Will Ever Have a Chance to Become President)] Obama is.

[...]

And then, as always, Obama will calmly do that Akido thing he does with all these nontroversies. He'll stand his ground, talk about the Thing Which Must Never be Said that he did say, doing so again and again, as many times as it takes to make the MSM realize that he was actually making a point rather than gaffing. And he'll use the point to pivot back onto McHillary, exposing their attacks as yet another example of the petty game playing and point scoring Washington nonsense that has got to change.

[...]

Then Hillary and her supporters will sullenly try to keep the thing going long past the point where it does harm to anyone but themselves, in complete denial that, once again, their plan to take back that which is rightfully Hers have failed. Finally, Bill will throw one of his patented tantrums in public which will announce the formal end of the nontroversy cycle.

[...]

As to the Clintonistas and Republitrolls, hey, keep doing what you're doing. I love watching you get yourselves worked up into the these celebratory frenzies, only to have your hopes (heh!) cruelly dashed once again. It fills me with that same sense of impending comic pathos I feel as Wyle E. Coyote, snickering nastily, opens up yet another shipment of fine Acme Company products and begins implementing his next brilliant plan.

Yep. I think that about covers it.

You know Ara, some bloggers I hope to respect again someday are insisting that Josh Marshall has become possessed by a poltergeist.

Who or whatever that demon inside Josh is, it sure writes well and it's analysis is uncannily accurate.

[IWH]

It is pretty entertaining -- but I'm not sure Marshall wrote it. It appeared without his byline.

Spot on nonetheless.

I couldn't make it...busy making ketchup.

Say hi to me when you see me.
Funny. I was there, and I did not see you.

Me neither, now that you mention it!

[IWH]

I love it when the bot speaks.

It's easy to date women who lack basic reasoning skills. Oh wait, I just described 99% of said population.

Is that a euphemism for "I'm a retard?"

No, Tim ... it's a secret code that, when deciphered, reads, "I look like Howdy Doody in desert camo."