While over at The Spectator, on one of their blogs (and they give good RSS), I came across this

I was impressed. Being a goody two-shoes in school, I wanted what was not then called street cred and so I educated myself on profanity as much as possible. This one educated me.

I cannot remember being more amused, that is since Jimmy Swaggart got caught with the Tijuana hooker. That was good enough, and made better when his spokesman said that Brother Swaggart would resume preaching as soon as he was back on his feet. And this was made even better when the joke went round about the McDonalds's McSwaggart burger: you buy it and watch someone else eat it.

And on the seemingly triumphant side, we have Michelle Obama, in full-throated barking moonbat mode, which she wears like her makeup, addressing women of limited means on how hard it is to make ends meet on their million a year--she understands. She also complained that she was told that she didn't have scores good enough to get into Princeton--and she was complaining. In Princeton. And let's never forget that gift that keeps giving, the Right Reverend Jeremiah Wright, who had to go out of his way to embarrass HopePeaceChangeYadayadayada before HPCY would disown him, and even then not until he'd thrown his white grandmother under the bus to avoid disowning this revolting preacher. You can choose your pastor but not your grandmother, and it's telling when you dump your blameless, ailing, aging grandmother, the one who raised you, before you are forced to dump a race-baiting hate-America religious hustler by remarks he made which were utterly the same as the remarks that he's always made, but in a venue that had to be taken seriously.

(This poses a question. If vicious lunacy is said in a black church and is ignored but when the same lunacy is said in front of the National Press Club, isn't it racist to consider it lunacy only after it gets out of a black venue? Isn't that just the same thing as British imperialists saying, "The natives are restless tonight" and ordering another G&T? But it's a different thing when the natives are restless on the veranda drinking your G&T.)

Now that I think of it, the only clear signal that HopePeaceChangeYadayadayada has sent is that he will crap on the people who have been the best to him. Does that apply to the Chablis-and-brie set? Will they notice that HPCY is trying to have it both ways? That he has never answered a question? That he has never advanced a concrete plan? That he is entirely hot air? That the only thing that we have found is that he is very good at is hiding his opportunism? Nah. They're never wrong, especially when they really are. The cognitive dissonance is drowned out by the clink of wine glasses and the purr of their satisfied voices.

I'm left with a sneaking admiration for the Hildebeest. I knew that she would cause a great deal of trouble. I just had no idea that she, that woman, Mrs. Clinton, could ever give me pleasure.

Life is good.