HOMAGE TO ALAN BROMLEY.

I just wanted to let you know that, while the meth labs of the right have been cooking up new forms of idiocy, there is still room for the old favorites -- Joel B. Pollak of Breitbart.com:

I was at a dinner recently where I happened to be seated at a table with new acquaintances of the liberal political persuasion.

Yes, that's right -- the liberal dinner party routine! What did the silly liberals do at this party, Pollak?

We went around the table introducing ourselves. As I said that I work for a "conservative website," a man at the far end of the table made his displeasure known by booing.

Pretty fast start, but if I were directing this thing, I'd have had the liberals assaulting him before he could say a word, intuiting his conservatism by his well-tailored clothes and manly figure.

These were professional, accomplished, senior members of the community. They had never met a conservative before.

Of course they've never met a conservative -- Pollak suggests they work for a living, whereas "wealth producers" pass their days in think tanks, on editorial boards, and at wingnut welfare playpens like Breitbart.com; how would they ever get together?

Attend these puny liberals' reactions to Pollak's wisdom:

Instead, I began to face questions: you really support what Boehner is doing? Yes, I replied. He's doing the right thing by standing up to the president. Gasps...

"They can't stand the fact that a black man is in the White House!" someone interjected.

That's not true, I said. Oh, yes it is, they said...

Hard to believe these liberals are professional and accomplished, as they are apparently also nearly pre-verbal. Also, when Pollak defended Boehner's shutdown, he says, "that stunned them. 'What? You really believe that?...'" They didn't know conservatives are Republicans, either. Well, such is the state of our civics education these days.

Of course whenever someone runs this bit, I am put in mind of Alan Bromley, the Shakespeare of the liberal dinner party whom I discovered in the early days of this blog. He had a pretty good sideline in allegedly verbatim conversations in which he lectured angry Muslims, but his real stock in trade was showing silly liberals drinking their "mediocre Chardonnay" and toasting the assassination of George W. Bush at their silly liberal parties.

If you wonder what happened to Bromley, good news -- he's branched out into the lively arts. Here are some of his lyrics:

They say I can’t be right cause I care about those below so I’ll argue
And fight with those who don’t know
Cause there’s a war going on outside nobody’s safe from
Christians Jews Hindus and Muslims... 

Like to party and drink every Friday nite even tho I still think
We got a battle to fight
I know I’m right despite the critics views unscrunch your feet and put
Yourself in my shoes
We only get a fraction of what’s going on from the news they say I
Can’t be right I think they got it confused
I go and cop more ice I think I’m losing my cool I may be a lot of
Things but I’m nobody’s fool
Good grades like I got it on with teachers in school had to educate
Myself cause they didn’t drop jewels...

As the composer of "Love Juice in All Three Holes," I'd say he's onto something. Next stop: Interpretive dance!