Porno For Wingnuts
by digby
So, I wasted an hour of my life last night watching a middle aged white guy up on a stage, legs splayed wide as he fondled his beer bottle (delivered to him on the stage by his valet, I might add) snorting and leering and shouting incoherently as his fanboys in the audience giggled and smirked in return. No, it wasn’t literally a pornographic nightmare, it was Andrew Breitbart (“debating” Mickey Kaus, Roy Sekoff and John Amato.)
I managed to get some pictures of the man himself:
Just as with a Glenn Beck show, watching Brietbart live is all about that sense that “anything can happen” — like it’s actually possible that his head will spin around on his shoulders and he will spew green vomit or that that somehow he will morph into an evil doll-baby that chokes young children in their sleep. I wouldn’t call it entertaining exactly, but like a trainwreck or a tea party rally, you are both repelled and transfixed at the same time. (And relieved when it’s over.) It’s a lucrative act I’m sure, but like most circus sideshows, it has limited appeal.
The good news is that John Amato didn’t punch him out when he found Breitbart and his servile houseboy riffling through his notes. Evil clowns are creepy but they aren’t worth jail time.
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