Aha! So now we know who to blame!

Several months ago, Digby wrote a post about how the rightwingnuts would launch mean and hysterical personal attacks as they saw people turning away from their point of view and had no rational argument to persuade them.
And here it all comes.
Nicholas Berg's father said about Zarqawi's death:

. . . I'm sorry whenever any human being dies. Zarqawi is a human being. He has a family who are reacting just as my family reacted when Nick was killed, and I feel bad for that . . . Zarqawi is also a political figure, and his death will re-ignite yet another wave of revenge, and revenge is something that I do not follow, that I do want ask for, that I do not wish for against anybody. And it can't end the cycle. As long as people use violence to combat violence, we will always have violence.

Well, what an outrageously Christian thing to say -- rightwinger Ace of Spades says:

The moral vanity of these people is disgusting. Attempting to remake themselves into Holy Angels, they instead make themselves into monsters. Does this asshole really think it's an enlightened human response to feel as bad for the death of your son's butcher as for your son's? He thinks that attitude makes him better than other people? I think it makes him less than human, personally. When he dies (which he will, of course, as we all will; no death threat intended), I hope his son slaps this stupid fuck right in the face.

The Jersey Girls say:

We did not choose to become widowed on September 11, 2001. The attack, which tore our families apart and destroyed our former lives, caused us to ask some serious questions regarding the systems that our country has in place to protect its citizens . . . we asked for an independent commission to investigate the loopholes which obviously existed and allowed us to be so utterly vulnerable to terrorists. Our only motivation ever was to make our Nation safer . . . there was no joy in watching men that we loved burn alive. There was no happiness in telling our children that their fathers were never coming home again. We adored these men and miss them every day. It is in their honor and memory, that we will once again refocus the Nation’s attention to the real issues at hand: our lack of security, leadership and progress in the five years since 9/11 . . . We should continuously be holding the feet of our elected officials to the fire to fix these shortcomings. . .

Well, how dare they talk about issues instead of dishing out gratitous personal insults in response to what the Bottle Blond Harpy said about them:

These self-obsessed women seem genuinely unaware that 9-11 was an attack on our nation and acted like as if the terrorist attack only happened to them. They believe the entire country was required to marinate in their exquisite personal agony. Apparently, denouncing bush was part of the closure process . . . These broads are millionaires, lionized on TV and in articles about them, reveling in their status as celebrities and stalked by grief-arazzies. I have never seen people enjoying their husbands’ death so much.

And Cindy Sheehan? Well, SHE said:

The Camp Casey experience has given so many of us back our hope. Veterans who fought in Vietnam and in Iraq said that coming to Camp Casey restored their hopes of living a near normal life. Families who, like mine, tragically have had a loved one killed in war found hope in the fact that so many Americans cared about our sons and daughters and were willing to sacrifice something to come out and show solidarity in our struggle to ask: "What Noble Cause?"

So of course Opinion Journal editor James Taranto has no option except to describe her as a "fascist fishwife".
And Al Gore says:

. . . the highest and best use of my skills and experience is to try to change the minds of people in the U.S. and elsewhere in the world about this planetary emergency that we simply have to confront . . . I hope to get the message about the climate crisis to more people in a shorter period of time. I've been trying to tell this story for 30 years, and the debate in the science community is over. And my single objective is to try to move our country, and to the extent I can play a role in it people elsewhere, past a tipping point beyond which the politicians in both parties will feel compelled to start competing by offering genuinely meaningful solutions to the crisis . . . This is not a political issue. It is a moral issue. . .

So Tucker Carlson describes Gore this way: "He's a wild-eyed religious nut. And his religion is the environment." while big-oil shill Sterling Burnett dishes out the Nazi analogy, saying the film is "propaganda" and adds "You don't go see Joseph Goebbels' films to see the truth about Nazi Germany. You don't want to go see Al Gore's film to see the truth about global warming.
And lets not even mention how Michael Moore is toppling the very foundations of the free world by playing a piece of film showing Dear Leader doing nothing, NOTHING, for at least five whole minutes after being told that the United States was being attacked.
Hmmm -- reminds me of something ... somebody spoke and I went into a dream .... The Editors describe right-wing dreaming:

I think it feels like sleeping in late. I think it feels like you are having a really wonderful dream, the kind where everything just kind of makes sense like you always thought it should, and you feel very warm and protected and special and safe. And the only problem is that, every nine minutes or so, the damn alarm clock goes off again, and the dream starts to break up, and you start remember about reality, and how it’s not like your bed, how it’s often cold and hard, uncomfortable and confusing. So you lash out, still half-asleep, reaching for that snooze bar, and your hand lands in a half-empty cup of last night’s sleepytime tea, lurches away, knocking the teacup and the lamp off the bedside table with a crash, and you slap blindly a few times until you hit that big fat snooze bar, and it’s quiet again. And in an instant the broken lamp and the broken cup and the tea soaking into the carpet are forgotten, along with the stresses and disappointments and commitments of the real waking world, and you are once again fast asleep and dreaming, in a warm, soft, safe and special dream where everything really makes sense, just like you always knew it should. For about, oh, nine minutes.