Where Were You When The War Began?

No, not Russia and Georgia, Sadly, No! and Amy Alkon. The wingnuts are bringing reinforcements, and it's time to take up arms!

Her schtick has been that since Gavin, D. Aristophanes, and I have posted silly photoshops and ridiculed her for thinking that it’s not racist to talk about groups of black siblings as “litters” we are trying to “silence” her. Silly blogger. The last thing we want to do is silence her — she’s unalloyed comedy gold and we’ve had more fun documenting her meltdown than when we blogged on Bob Owens’s chah-cole greeyuhl fundraiser.

And since our posts brought her more traffic over the weekend than she’s probably had in the past two years, we are, she claims, trying to “ruin” her comments section and unfairly run up her payments from advertisers. Oh dear, she’s fallen on the couch again and is clasping her head in pain as if she were auditioning for another “Head On” commercial.

Now, of course, her writhing screams of agony have found two new marks in the ever-gullible InstaHick and the Missus, “Dr.” Helen, both of whom are now wagging their vile crusty fingers in our direction. Perfesser Reynolds, the InstaHick himself, repeats the charge that we’re trying to silence Amy. And “Dr.” Helen kicks it up a notch by repeating Amy’s claim that we’re “tiny little thugs” that are trying to foil her free speech rights.

Okay, Amy, we’re going to say it once more. The last thing we want to do is to silence you. We want you to post more, to post often — the more posts per day the better. We particularly want more pictures! We could probably take up a collection here to send you an incentive fee and a year’s supply of Red Bull just to keep you blogging away at your typical breakneck pace. Judging from this weekend’s torrent of words flying out of your laptop, I don’t think anybody’s written more in a weekend since Barbara Cartland wrote Drena and the Duke.

Remember kids, MY TANK IS FIGHT!