Uncivil? I'll say.
No, not me, although I was cheered significantly this morning when I heard on NPR that 1 in 50 defibrillators like the one Dick Cheney has in place of that little pitted stone he calls a heart malfunctions.
No, I'm talking about the Banshee of the Violent Right, Generalissima of the 101 Fighting Keyboardists, irony-free Michelle Malkin.
As Digby points out, this woman, who provides the nuttiest of wingnut vitriol, is sponsored by the makers of this shirt:
and yet she gets column time in newspapers that, if I'm not mistaken, employ journalists. She must be a blast at Christmas parties, expounding on the benefits of internment camps for Asians and the hanging of journalists. Fucking loon.
And they call us uncivil because we curse alot?