Watching as Jane Hamsher of Firedoglake gets raked over the coals by conservatives for her jaw dropping portrayal of Senator Lieberman in blackface over at HuffPo, I couldn't help but have a twinge of sympathy for her.
Not because I care that conservatives are being really, really nasty towards the bitch. She deserves every mean thing said about her and then some. She's a female version of Glenn Greenwald, Dave Niewert, and Billmon all rolled up into a disgusting Rouladen of snark, snippiness, and snobbishness so disturbingly vile that after reading her hysterical rants against righties, you feel compelled to decontaminate your laptop in order to prevent the spread of some flesh crawling contagion.
My sympathy for Mrs. Hamsher lies with the fact that being a liberal is such a challenge to rational thought that only a select breed of human is capable of the feat. Think about it for a minute. How many aggrieved races, classes, ethnic groups, sexual orientations, oppressed minorities, mentally challenged, physically challenged, weight challenged, sexually repressed, sexually aberrant people does a liberal have to keep track of so that when trying to be funny they don't step on anyone's toes?
It must be like living life in a minefield. One misstep and BOOM! All of a sudden, you're an Internet verb.
Can you imagine the thought processes a liberal has to go through in order to try and be funny? I mean, do you think they have a list of forbidden words tattooed on the inside of their thighs so that they remember not to use gay" when talking about people who are simply happy? Or "niggardly" to describe miserly behavior?
Perhaps this is why most liberal bloggers are so deadly serious. It's the only way they can be truly amusing. When Glenn Greenwald accuses conservatives of being incipient authoritarians or when Dave Niewert posits prestidigitation as a reason that conservatives sound like neo-Nazis, we should remember that these are considered real knee slappers by liberals and not to take either these gentlemen or their ideas with any seriousness whatsoever.
Of course, there are other things that makes a liberal's life a living hell. Keeping up with the latest in grievance group news must be a pain in the butt. Scouring the papers daily for that telltale whine from some newly oppressed sub-sub-group of an already oppressed minority can be a real chore. But Gaia's chosen ones must put their all into the effort to bring the sub-sub-group's grievance to light. There are meetings to organize, T-Shirts to be printed, editorials to be written, blogbursts, blegs, and blab-fests to be highlighted.
And then there's that trip to the tattoo parlor to get another word etched on the inside of their thigh, one more sub-sub group they can't afford to injure by using some offending nomenclature while trying to be amusing.