Among the many things I have resigned myself to not understanding is how someone like TBogg gets to be (not just by his own admission, but also by traffic count) “a somewhat popular blogger.” His schtick is one of not particularly humorous but incessant snark targeted from a left/liberal standpoint at all the usual suspects. The most of it is not very much elevated above the “pull my finger” level of infantilism, but the man has his admirers.
There’s a market for everything I guess, and most of all there’s no accounting for taste.
In a recent post that, based on the strange characters, textual incoherence and brain jarring non-sequiturs had to have been penned while the auteur was drinking, TBogg begins by ostensibly targeting the “love monkey” relationship of one Shaha Ali Razza and the World Bank’s Paul Wolfowitz (ed. He’s Jewish, you know), and finishes by posting a picture of Secretary of State Condoleeza Rice below the label “Brown Sugar.”
It’s funny because she’s a black woman: Get it?
It may not surprise you, given recent events, that this sort of behavior tends to attract attention. Nor is it particularly surprising that, given all the attention, TBogg attempts to brazen it out by attacking the people who noted what he said for their audacity or low status or something rather than admitting that, yeah, racist and sexist language is probably inappropriate even if you are on the side of partisan angels.
It’s unsurprising because there’s nothing worse for some folks than to have to admit to error, since admitting to fallibility in any particular could mean that you really aren’t on the side of angels. Falsus in unum, falsus in omnibus, and all that.
What is surprising is that his fan club, alerted to the fact that “third tier” bloggers have noticed, you know: What he said – have twisted themselves into rhetorical contortions trying to demonstrate that it wasn’t racist or sexist but merely arch or ironical, and so on. Probably above your stupid-headed level of understanding, like. Not that they particularly care what you think. You filthy racist, sexist rethug racist. Sexist. AND WHAT ABOUT ANN COULTER?!?1?
Yeah, well – to capture both the elevated tone and intent: Whatever.
(H/T to the Buckethead)