There But For Unfortune

Fate's Squeakiest Wheel

Mr. Sourby’s compassion aroused
         

On Sunday, a Kentuckian named Tim Profitt did a dumb, unfortunate thing, stepping or stomping on Lauren Valle’s shoulder or head, thus interrupting her satire

Yes, bad luck for poor Profitt! How unfortunate that his foot should have contacted the person of Lauren Valle in some unpleasant manner! “Unfortunate” is getting quite a work-out as a Paul-approved vanilla stand-in for more upsetting descriptions that might imply some kind of agency or ascribe malicious intent to the agent. No, Mr. Profitt was not roused by hatred to curb-stomp a petite young woman; his action was just misprised as a strategy and the goddess Fortuna did not smile upon him regarding the placement of his pedal extremity in his zeal to restrain the possible assassin wielding her weapon, an 14 X 17” piece of oaktag.

Our Irascible Media Critic is mildly discomfited at this unfortunate incident whereby the shoe of an Honest American came in contact with the shoulder and parts north of someone who was unwise enough to mock a hero of the salt-of-the-earth folks with whom Mr. Sourby feels so much affinity. The discomfiture merits a single sentence before his headlong rush to hold up his little card of ridicule in front of the smoked-glass windows of his own objects of scorn: Ed Shultz and Digby, Enemies of Wee the Peepple.  Schultz and Digby have smeared the entire Tea Party with the foot of one single unfortunate man! Their indignation at the stepping-on of the shoulder area of this agitator is dumb and will lose the goodwill of the, well, let’s let him explain it:

During the years of the Long Liberal Silence, we liberals at least got to pretend that we are smarter and more nuanced than the other tribe. That fantasy has long since flown. Ed Schultz has become a loud rodeo clown. He seems determined to show the world that members of our tribe can make the big money enflaming dumb-asses too.

I would propose an experiment to Mr. Sourby, defender of the untrodden: go into a gathering of these fine folk (we won’t mention the “too” in that previous quote, with its ‘shhh! let’s not agitate the rubes!” undertone), and proclaim, “Muslims Are Not The Enemy!” and see how fortune treats you.
(H/T: Oblomova)

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To venture forth into Teabagistan might require Chic Bob to put on pants and leave his house, and I’m not sure he’s capable of such strenuous exercise these days. Plus, he’d have to get someone to volunteer to hold his Bile ‘n’ Spittle Cup, lest he slip on his own Sputum ‘o’ Bitter Jealousy.

Comment by Oblomova on 10/28/10 at 01:12 AM

I would propose an experiment to Mr. Sourby, defender of the untrodden: go into a gathering of these fine folk (we won’t mention the “too” in that previous quote, with its ‘shhh! let’s not agitate the rubes!” undertone), and proclaim, “Muslims Are Not The Enemy!” and see how fortune treats you.

That would be a good experiment.  In fact, the guys in the British show Top Gear tried that sort of thing a few years ago, and had to end the gag a bit ahead of schedule, to enhance their odds of getting out of Alabama alive.

But I’m not sure I’d count on Mr. Howler to draw any logical conclusions from such an exercise. {He seems a bit unhinged.}

Comment by meepmeep09 on 10/28/10 at 01:57 AM

Reading the daily howler is too much like mental self-flagellation.  I quit bothering with his contrarian nonsense many, many moons ago.  He always makes me think of Pat Caddell and that is never pleasant.

I know, I know. I actually have to hit myself in the shoulder or headal region to make myself read all the way to the end of each paragraph, even when reading archived posts from Before the Great Embittering of ‘08. But I felt I had to say something about some of the True Progressives who are lackadaisical about the violence directed at this moveon.org member just because of her affiliation.

Why won’t Digby listen to The Bob?

The good news is that most of the people who buy [Glenn Beck’s] books only read the cover anyway,(assuming they can read at all) so perhaps I’ve contributed to the education of some of the slower teabaggers out there who don’t realize the blurbs don’t reflect Beck’s point of view.

She doesn’t seem particularly penitent, does she? And why is Mr. Sourby’s tireless work on behalf of the Wee The People’s honor continually unrecognized by them?   

The least they could do is award him something, like Employee Of The Month. That’d be nice.

[Insert *low mordant chuckles from the analysts* here]

Ed Schultz has become a loud rodeo clown.

Sourby’ll do the loud rodeo clownin’ around here, and doooon’t you fergit it!

Another take on Our Miss Grundy:

http://bildungblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/daily-howler -gets-graphic.html

Fearguth, very nice! Although after the Farmer’s incomparable depiction of Bob the Howler, the rest of us could just pack it in. But we keep on, for no very good reason but that we must.

Somewhat OT, and I’m sure you’ve heard about this already, but Lambert Strether is presently making an ass of himself in the comments section at LG&M.

Comment by D Johnston on 10/28/10 at 02:47 PM

Is Lambert seriously trying to outsmart Michael Bérubé? Because that is just sad to witness.

He seems determined to show the world that members of our tribe can make the big money enflaming dumb-asses too.

Again with the money. But Bob’s not bitter or jealous, really he’s not.

Oh, by the way, Bob, how’s the second half of chapter 5 coming? I guess when you posted that it would be out June 29, you meant June 29 of NEXT year, huh?

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