My friend Ginger Stampley takes on Michelle Malkin’s latest so-called column today. Says she before she commences with the butt-kicking:
You’d think by now I’d have learned to stop reading Michelle Malkin editorials, given that they have zero information content and consist of the lame-brainedest sort of sloganeering. I must be a masochist, though, because I keep making the same mistake over and over again.
I salute anyone who can actually make it through Malkin’s words without losing brain cells. You’re a better man than I, Ginger Din.
BTW, I have a secret theory about Malkin. I figure she’s got to be Pat Buchanan’s love child with Ezola Foster. Explains a lot, doesn’t it?