Wednesday, October 10, 2007

If you want to bitch slap Kathy Shaidle, you'll have to stand in line.

This time, it's the boys from "Sadly, No" who lay the snarkilicious beatdown on Kathy and her new digs, Five Feet of Feces™.

Who says Canada can't compete on the international stage of shrieking, deranged, hateful, spittle-flecked wingnuttery? You Americans, with your Ann Coulter, and your Michelle Malkin. Ha! We laugh at you, and your puny, second-rate bigotry and homophobia. Now go away, before I taunt you a second time.

DOUBLE PLUS GOOD AFTERSNARK: The boys at SN draw your attention to one of Shaidle's claim to fame -- her poetry:

Contacts With Trotskyites

I discovered one hundred dollars too late that
my round wire glasses
attract a certain type of man
attracted to an uncertain type of woman and you know
the least they could do is conceal their disappointment when,
to quiet their drunken insistence, I finally do remove them.
They mumble their "You really should get contact lenses" party line,
then suddenly have to go home...

Yes, you know exactly where this is going, don't you?


Red Tory said...

I think we should revisit the concept of “poetic license” and possibly consider making it such that one actually has to have a license in order to write poetry. Needless to say, Kathy and SUZANNE would fail the qualification test miserably, thereby sparing a grateful world from having to read their execrable drivel.

JJ said...

Ugh, that poetry's like the shit I used to write in high school. At least I had the excuse of being stoned out of my gourd when I wrote it.