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-President Bush tongue-kissed Cheney’s secret gay lover in Prince’s hot tub!
-Rummy caught smuggling blow to his army of mole-men under the Pentagon!
-Michelle Malkin’s got a raging hard-on for Auguste!

Man, being on the left is FUN. According to intellectually dishonest dingleberries, it’s where we get to make up scandals all the time without any corroboration (except Townhouse, of course).

For my part, I think it suggests that more than just Think Progress and Glenn Greenwald are convinced yesterday’s Hamdan ruling is likely to problematize the DOJ’s assertion that the President was acting within his AUMF authority when he gave the green light to the NSA program. In fact, I suspect we’ll see the media and the Democratic left use yesterday’s SCOTUS ruling to float a whole new round of “scandal” stories, hoping some of them will stick.

Why has the squeaky-voiced scared-y-crat of the Esteem Free Zone decided conjuring magical scandal fibs is our new favorite past-time? It can be tough to wade though the smoky haze of logic burned like incense over there, but I think he believes USA Today’s update that “some lawmakers also say that cooperation by the nation’s telecommunication companies was not as extensive as first reported by USA TODAY on May 11″ means we somehow faked the whole database story.

Shorter G*ldstein (relax, Jeff, I’m not talking about what’s in your pants): Verizon and BellSouth denying participation in the NSA program (though we don’t know they didn’t participate and we do know the NSA badly wanted them on board) means THE WHOLE THING NEVER HAPPENED and the left will now proceed to use the obviously-correct SCOTUS ruling to lie lie lie about all those all those other abuses that actually happened.

So much stinkiness emanates from Jeff’s bullshit parade that I feel compelled to waft some of it back in his Che Guevara-lovin’ mug. After all, I know his Narcissistic Personality Disorder won’t let him ignore the link/trackback once it comes in.

As much as he values the leadership of his sperm, Jeff does possess a brain. That brain knows darn well and good that USA Today’s update does nothing to discredit the moutains of evidence provided by AT&T’s whistleblower. Should it turn out other companies joined Qwest in throwing the punkasslogo in the face of the NSA, that’d be great news. But Jeff and his juices know AT&T and others like MCI were in, and they know the NSA wanted total coverage.

Whatever part of him that does the thinking knows there’s considerable substance to the claims that the NSA crossed the line (by leaps and bounds), but he chooses to ignore that and pretend like we made it all up. Thus, his intellectual dishonesty — and that of his spooge — is confirmed. He would rather make his legion of “creepy Biblehumping bigots” (his words, not mine) monkey-clap to assuage his ego than make arguments of substance.

If he wanted to be taken seriously, he would never imply that the SCOTUS ruling should have somehow applied to a-Qaeda, or that its correctness, something only a fool or a hack would dispute, will somehow lead to false claims of abuse.

Cap’n Insincere knows there are plenty of real abuses going on every day. No need to make any up.

At some point in his recent life, Jeffie Poo faced a conscious choice to either continue to play wordgames and knowingly participate in a false defense of this administration or to switch sides and fight against their enchroachments on his freedom and for the future world of his kid.

So why would he continue to knob-slobber for evil?

Well, he knows his zombies are easy to please, and they’ll tolerate his boring, loutish slumberfests just as much as his short, spastic yipping without calling him down. In other words, he couldn’t handle the rigorous intellectual nature of the left. He would rather stay on easy street.

He also hopes to get his book deal through, and I’m sure a moral transformation might knock him back a few pegs. Why be sincere and fight for good when he can score a sweet advance on a collection of his dribblings?

Finally, though, I don’t think Jeff figured he could handle the criticisms he’d garner from his angry, lonely, slack-jawed porn addicts (let’s be honest, the only reason they wound up at his site was the title). Having to fight for a thinking audience instead of feeding punchcards to pre-programmed conservo-drones would scare the piss out of someone as dependent on external praise as the dingleberry.

I just want Jeff to know that we know that even he doesn’t believe his crackpot upchucks. Any time he wants to quit dancing on strings for goobers, he’s welcome to offer a mea culpa and start making sense again.

We’ll pat you on the head, I promise.