There's the original pearl-clutching, Denyse O'Leary idiocy -- don't bother with the comments yet, just the post where Denyse hies herself to her fainting couch, wailing, "Well, I never!!"
Then there's my response, during which I challenge anyone with commenting privileges over at UD to enlighten the readers about Denyse's new BFF, Wendy "Right Girl" Sullivan.
This is followed by, heh, this and this, whereupon we can return to Denyse's pathetic wailing and search the entire comments section for Mr. Mullen's contributions by scanning for the string "mullen" to find ... nothing. Oh, dear. How utterly unsurprising.
I'm sure you're shocked.
AFTERSNARK: I love the unintentional hilarity in this comment from Denyse:
(Note:) Wendy Sullivan and I are free speech bloggers. We have never maintained that he did not have the right to say those things. But he was an avatar for five years, so no one even knew where it was coming from. That is a different issue, because it conveniently spared him the resulting embarrassment. No longer.
So in claiming that she's a big fan of "free speech," one assumes that Denyse is defending Wendy Sullivan's complete freedom to call Canada's aboriginals daughter fuckers. In that case, what's her beef with me? Methinks that Denyse has tied herself into a really interesting knot here. And given that she's chosen to climb into bed with someone like Wendy Sullivan, I think that's a tire I'm going to drape around her neck every chance I get. To mangle a metaphor or two.
If Denyse O'Leary chooses to hang with Wendy Sullivan, then it's only fair that I have the freedom to use Wendy Sullivan's vile racism to hang Denyse O'Leary. Metaphorically speaking.