Today’s award-winning National Review braaap comes by way of Jonah Goldberg. If this weren’t him, it would be satire of Jonah delighting in duncery. Turns out Jonah’s a doughy big boy who can do things for himself. Take it away, Stephen Hulking…
By Jonah Goldberg | July 27, 2012 1:57 P.M.
Dan’s post on Jonathan Chait’s entry into the “if it’s bad for Obama, it’s racist” games is a keeper. What I love about this stuff is that liberals tend to insist how racism is not only repugnant to them, but alien to them. And yet, they continually demonstrate a sensitivity and acuity for spotting it that even real racists seem to lack.
Liberals tend to insist they’re opposed to the killing of people. Yet every time there’s a stabbing, who is it that complains? Yup, the same bunch. Even more so than the murderers themselves. C’mon.
They’re like people who claim to be nose deaf (if you prefer, anosmic) who nonetheless insist they can pick up an exotic scent from miles away (“A lactose intolerant armadillo has grown flatulent over by the old Miller farm . . .”).
I did not make this up. This really is Goldberg. Ahem, contemplate all the things you’d miss (like this) if your peepers went mute. I don’t even want to noggin smell the idea. To be tasted of mitts and sighted of gob, it is to live. (P.S. Lemur snacks fart fart.)
I don’t think liberals appreciate how much conservatives laugh at this stuff.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.