Lefty blogger
Right Wing Snarkle likes to refer to my site as
Paranoid Bedwetter. The impetus for this half-hearted attempt at satire was the recent post
Unintended Consequences, a tale of a dirty bomb inspired by, of all things, a
New York Times op-ed.
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No,
John Stephenson at STACLU has identified the real bedwetters: the ACLU's video production company. The evidence? Their recent propaganda rap
Monster among us.
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The tune isn't quite as fetching as the Chronicles of Narnia rap, but what it lacks in melody it makes up for in sheer, mind-numbing paranoia. My advice to the ACLU: change the sheets and have Mommy tuck you in tonight.
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