This Is Who They Are

Andrew Breitbart examines the practical nuts & bolts of a Big Labor "anti-hate" rally:

Honest question: When they snickeringly call A.B. "gay," are they meaning this as a compliment, an insult, or are they claiming to possess uniquely-ascertained carnival knowledge?

First rule of communication: Never be ambiguous unless your goal is to conceal information.  Obviously, Ohio Donk Chair (i.e. the Rich Kotite of the 2010 political cycle) has that rule tattooed on the inside of his eyelids:

That wasn't a "fiery" speech; that adjective implies passion and commitment.  Chris Redfern's speech wasn't "fiery," it was crude, boorish, profane, and indicative of pants-wetting fear at the spectre of his presiding over his state party's complete collapse as they're poised to lose the governorship, fail to flip the Voinovich Senate seat, lose every state elected office, and drop five House seats to the GOP.

It reminds me of former Seattle Mariners manager John McLaren trying to save his job a couple of years ago by manufacturing a completely contrived profane tirade that just made him look pathetically foolish instead:

He knew he was going down, so he was trying everything he could to desperately save his own ass.  Didn't work.

Now THIS was a genuine, heartfelt, PASSIONATE profane tirade:

You either have the gift, or you don't.

You know someone else who has it?  Mark Levin, whose attention was finally, and blessedly, diverted from his irascable, irrational fratricide by Mr. Redfern's "stimulus package" for the asterisk industry:

For my two bits, after a year plus of listening to animals like Redfern denounce the American people as racist, bigots, Islamophobes, haters, violent mobs, terrorists, Nazis, evil-mongers, and other endearments, "fuckers" seems kinda tame.  But then you know what they say: "Profanity is the last refuge of an exhausted mind."  And Chris Redf***'s is far from alone.