Anyway, we all know that the liberal media can’t get enough of these types, and ol’ Charlotte got 3/4 of a page to drop the steamingest pile on liberals I’ve read in quite a while, and that’s saying something.  Her point, if you’d care to call it that, is that because that Shepard Fairey is a plagiarist vandal and Roman Polanski a child rapist, and they’re liberals, no one should ever listen to a liberal again.  (the Palinesque “also” that ought to follow such a demented argument is silent, but you can still hear it….)  It’s funny (peculiar) how this sort of trip works so well for righties, but somewhat less funny (ha, ha) that even the thousandth time they do it, the media treats it as a “stop the presses” moment, and the Charlotte Allens of the world toss aside the bon bons and Vince Flynn novel, and leap from the bubble bath to type.  The story line is so formulaic, the significance of the transgression so flimsy, and the connection to anything worthy of discussion so feeble, that I do have to sympathize with her; sometimes I have nothing to write either, but I write anyway, so I know how Charlotte feels.  I don’t feel too guilty, though, because nobody pays me for it and no space was thus wasted in anybody’s paper, not like such worthies as Charlotte Allen, whose inane and irrelevant bile undoubtedly ruined the mornings of paying subscribers from coast to coast Sunday.

Since Glenn Beck already has such a comprehensive and growing list of people who must be destroyed, along with everyone they’ve ever met, in order to squelch their liberal ideas, Allen clearly had to dig pretty deeply to dredge up somebody remotely connected to Democrats who can be subject to an old fashioned ritual smearing and used to tar Obama and his diabolical hordes of Liberal Elitists as appeasement-minded criminal coddlers bent on destroying everything the Makes America Great, but dig she does.  Her target, graffiti artist Shepard Fairey, whose iconic “Hope” poster of the 2008 campaign drove the right so nuts they’ll evidently never get over it, is, in the tumbleweed country between Allen’s ears, just a whole lot of bad things, like all liberals, natch.  In no particular order, Fairey’s “True Colors,” as Allen paints them, are the lurid hues of: liar, charlatan, vandal, hypocrite, copy cat, braggart, adolescent, potty mouth, and worse, so just as darkness follows daylight for Allen, he’s now a “darling”  and “one of us” to that dastardly and “fiercely liberal cultural and intellectual elite.”  Seriously.  The guy painted a danged poster from one of AP’s millions of published photos (which undoubtedly did help to clobber her hapless party’s dim hopes) and has since squabbled endlessly with that shoddy and litigious excuse for a news organization about it.   But from such an old, inconsequential, and unremarkable story, Allen is somehow able to conjure up for her fan club of one the idea that, you guessed it, liberals have no morals and should all be sent to Venezuela, or something, and her one fan, the LA Times, actually prints such boring, insultingly tendentious nonsense as though it were of any value.

Perhaps recognizing that her premise is so lame it could park in the handicapped zone, Allen desperately rummages through the righty grab bag for another, more timely and sensational story that might add relevance to such a pathetically shopworn denunciation of All Things Liberal, and out pops, you guessed it, Roman Polanski.  You see, he’s also an artist, Whoopi Goldberg defended him, and she’s liberal, so there.  Rumor has it that Obama liked Rosemary’s Baby, too, so if they squint their eyes and watch Fox News for about 36 hours, the whole damning picture just might come into focus for the dumber among us, so lo and behold, a column comes shooting out of Charlotte’s ass about how liberals approve of artists who “thumb their noses at the law.”  Much fainting and pearl-clutching inevitably ensues.  How newsy.

Never mind that the offhand opinions of a few celebrities are somewhat different in kind than the lockstep solidarity that came to be expected by nearly all (heterosexual) Republican criminals  from elected Republican politicians for nearly a decade; it seems Charlotte can’t be bothered by the rather stark difference between, say, Whoopi Goldberg and the Attorney General of the United States, and it shows.  She clearly prefers to leave such flagrant and unapologetic nose-thumbing in the proper hands:  David “diapers” Vitter, Dick Cheney, George Bush, Tom DeLay, and essentially the entire Republican party that loudly and relentlessly continues to embrace them, because, I guess, at least they aren’t the “cultural and intellectual elite.”   (You can say that again…)  Here, she finally has a point, but she didn’t make it, I did.

But if it weren’t for the affirmative action program for righties on the op-ed pages of of the elitist liberal media, and her make-work sinecure at the Manhattan Institute, Allen might actually have to get a job, so it’s unclear to me where all this spittle-flecked ire toward the “elite” comes from, but it clearly isn’t her brain.

And what her article is doing in the LA Times I can’t begin to fathom.