And it's about fucking time.

What does matter is being able to use the incident to remind the human portion of the American electorate that Wilson - like the trash that voted for him - is the product of a degenerate culture of ignorance, bigoty and treason, and that Republicans are unfit to govern anywhere in this country.

Let’s face it, one of the more elusive tasks in criticism of any kind is to convey the depth of aesthetic and intellectual degeneracy inherent in an unmitigated piece of dreck like “Cougar Town.” Thanks for the heads-up; I look forward to checking out the full scope of its ineffable loathsomeness for myself.

You just knew Kennedy’s death would immediately cause the teabagger scum to float to the top of their cesspools and spread their stink all over the internet, demonstrating precisely why they’re regarded with unbridled loathing and disgust by everyone whose existence on this earth makes any difference. Indeed, we really should be rather grateful for the teabaggers, and for the deterioration of the Republican Party into a pitchfork-wielding mob of half-human, Sarah Palin-worshipping baboons. Because no matter what happens with healthcare, the economy, or any other particular issue, it’s the deep affection and respect the teabaggers inspire which insures that Election Day continues to be the holiday when the American public squats over the face of the Republican base and takes a nice, big, steaming shit in its mouth.

Just ask Chris Christie, the greasy fat hog running for governor of New Jersey, who just got caught failing to disclose a $45,000 interest-bearing loan he floated to a subordinate in the U.S. Attorneys Office, while he was whoring it up as Republican bagman.

Ms. Walsh,

I just thought I’d mention how genuinely fascinated I am by the acknowledgement that you’re actually monitoring this conversation. Specifically – as I noted in flagging a couple of letters from the degenerate piece of human shit that’s polluting this thread – it’s difficult to describe how gratified I am that I stopped paying for the privilege of reading Salon some time ago. Now it’s perfectly possible, of course, that I’m the only one disgusted by the utter lack of self-respect reflected in your continuing tolerance of this kind of abuse, but I suspect there may be others unwilling to align themselves or in any way support a publication that is consistently unwilling to do a goddamn thing about this filth, but seemingly has no compunction about censoring the comments of those who would respond in kind. Quite simply, if the inclusion of this garbage constitutes your idea of some kind of commitment to free expression, then I’m glad as hell you’re doing it without me.

Frankly, the premise behind this article is so laughably ingenuous that it makes it difficult to believe it’s intended to be taken seriously. I’d have to say that the most salient of the article’s numerous howlers are the following:

That might explain why Baucus and Conrad seem so willing to bargain away the public option; most of their constituents already have insurance . . . .

What's mysterious about Bingaman's decision to join the negotiations is how badly New Mexico needs help getting its citizens -- his constituents -- health insurance.

No, I’m afraid this phenomenon is about as “mysterious” as why Congress couldn’t possibly reward “irresponsible” homeowners by making mortgage debt dischargeable in bankruptcy, despite simultaneously handing over a few trillion in bailout money to the blood-sucking parasites of Wall Street, no questions asked. Nope, there’s not a goddamn thing mysterious about the fact that the Democratic Party is an aggregation of the most opportunistic, self-serving political whores ever to crawl out a toilet and pollute the world with their vile stench. As Dick Durbin explained with singular eloquence regarding the obscenity of the bank bailouts, “They own the place,” an observation that applies with every bit as much force to the pharmaceutical and insurance industries, and their paid-for lackeys in the Democratic Party. Quite simply, the Democrats “constituency” isn’t the electorate, but their corporate masters, and it strikes me as embarrassingly naïve to imagine that their behavior in office is determined to any meaningful extent by the interests of the people that actually voted for them.

Of course, it’s no less ingenuous to imagine that Ratbama (or DLC scumbag Rahm Emmanuel) is willing to take on his bosses in the insurance and pharmaceutical industries anymore than are the whores in Congress. Sure, his “message” last year may have been “one of hope and community spirit,” but the actual purpose of his election was to insure that the disintegration of the Republican Party into a pitchfork-wielding mob of grunting apes like Sarah Palin doesn’t cost big business a single dime or result in meaningful reform of any kind.

"If we're going to get a bill off the floor, it needs the support of at least 60 members of the Senate," says Jude McCartin, Bingaman's spokeswoman.

Beautiful. Since there are already 60 Democrats in the senate, it obviously means that 60 are no more important than 58 or 52, and that the presence of Bingaman and the other Blue Dog whores doesn’t mean a goddamn thing to the passage of progressive legislation.

Want to do the only thing likely to have any real effect? Start a campaign on the left to eradicate the political career of Harry Reid next year, making it abundantly clear that we’ve swallowed all the disgusting Democratic Party bullshit we’re going to, and that we’re more than happy to carry on with 59 glorious Democratic senators instead of 60. That’ll not only scare the living shit out of whores like Ben Nelson, Max Baucus and the rest, but make it plain to Ratbama that his creepy “bipartisanship” hustle is over, and that he’s got to decide whether he wants to fight a war against the Republicans or his own base.