This week’s Labash column is very special, because he finally answers one of my questions. For the past week I have been troubled by strange and violent dreams, and my every waking moment has been spent in fear of this man:
This is the gut-stomping badass who said: “Find a rightwinger’s [sic] and smash it through a plate-glass window. Take a snapshot of the bleeding mess and send it out in a Christmas card to let the right know that it needs to live in a state of constant fear. Obviously I mean this rhetorically.”
This is the human weapon who said: “If the right forces us all to either defend [Rev. Jeremiah] Wright or tear him down, no matter what we choose, we lose the game they’ve put upon us. Instead, take one of them — Fred Barnes, Karl Rove, who cares — and call them racists.”
This is the killing machine who told a former Israeli diplomat: “Lenny Ben-David, you and I will meet someday, face to face. I hope it comes very soon. I promise you it will be an unforgettable experience.”
This is the thugged-out motherf***er who asked: “DC tweeps: anyone ever gotten a cracked windshield fixed? Got a garage you’d recommend?”
This is the dude you don’t want to mess with.
Nice knowing you, Labash.
P.S. “Juicebox Mafia” is good, but I’ve always preferred calling them “Jim Henson’s Pundit Babies.”