Via Roy, we discover the wisdom of The Anchoress. And what is an Anchoress?
"In the middle ages an Anchoress was a woman who lived in a small, sealed room inside a church; she would have visual access to Fox News and a transistor radio tuned to Hugh Hewitt. Sometimes an Anchorite was rather a mystical and wise sort of person, steeped in prayer, but in this case, she's just your average wingnut loon with an internet connection."
This holy person says, most sincerely, that she values "civility." As is usual with the Right Jingosphere, that translates to "slinging shit that you can pretend doesn't stink because you don't use the word 'shit.'"
Here's the title of her post:
"None of this would be happening if Bush had not invaded Iraq."
The quotation marks are in the original. And they seem to be used, as I find is so often the case with quotation marks, to indicate a quote. Funny thing about this quote, though... The Anchoress made up this quote herself! She said it herself! It's made up!
See, she has a point she wants to make, that anyone who says "none of this would be happening if Bush had not invaded Iraq" is a big doodyhead:
There is a time to be a child, to speak like a child, think like a child, reason like a child. Then there is a time to put childish things away. If you want to disagree with policies meant to keep you safe, do it. If you want to hate a man or even a movement, do it…but do it with something that goes beyond adolescent spouting off, backed up by nothing more than “feelings,” “caring,” and hysterical, dramatic angst. Sometimes I read the drivel some of you folks write me, and I want to take you by the shoulders and shake you and say, “grow up. Grow UP!“
But of course, the "adolescent spouting off" that has her so excercised is stuff she made up herself. Fair enough; it must get pretty lonely in that tiny little room with only Brit Hume for company, and if she hears voices, she hears voices.
But when you find yourself yelling back at the voices in your head because they're full of "hysterical, dramatic angst," you might just want to consider getting out of your cell for a bit, taking the air, getting a nice trim for the hair shirt, flogging yourself a bit less smartly about the buttocks, perhaps.