The Decalogue Of Gregalogues

Media Turning Blind Eye to Left's New Rage

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

By Greg Gutfeld



Remember back in April when Barack Obama said rural folks cling to religion and guns out of anger and bitterness? What he had expressed was an honest sentiment all liberals feel about the rest of America: That it's full of gap-toothed hicks always looking for someone to hang or a stepdaughter to bang.

No biggie, the left has always painted middle America as an angry pile of hate. But oh, how times have changed.

This month, we've seen a realignment of the anger states and the coasts are roasting in it. The rural types may cling to guns and religion, but because of Sarah Palin, their elitist adversaries are now clinging to their yoga mats and wheat grass shots.

Now more than ever, the stereotype of the narrow-minded reactionary better fits its accuser, as everyone from Margaret Cho and Chevy Chase to Woody Allen and Sandra Bernhard are digging into Palin like a bowl of macrobiotic couscous.

The only difference is that the media lets this new rage off the hook.

Last week I talked about how Bernhard said her "big black brothers" would gang rape Sarah Palin. Since then, what's happened to Sandra? Has the media torn her a new one the way it would have if she were a white male comic attacking Obama?


This twisted amalgam of collagen and bone said the most racist, misogynistic thing you could possibly say and still no word from Whoopi.

Here's why: She's a feminist. She's a liberal. She's a lesbian. So she's protected. She's one of "them": The edgy lefty whose anger is glorified as speaking truth to power, even if it's hateful nonsense she's spewing to her friends.

I tell you, Don Imus must be rolling in his grave.

And if you disagree with me, then you sir, are worse than Hitler.

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A longtime veteran of comedy and political forums, I decided that I needed a more restful venue because... well... I finally hate everybody. Except my wife that is... and my ex-wife.. and... no, that's about it. I lead about as simple a life as one can, preferring activities that include anything that doesn't involve going out and seeing YOU! And I particularly enjoy what I call "Get the Bitch" movies on Lifetime. You know the ones where the intended victim finally does something so incredibly stupid that she forfeits her right to live, and from that moment on you're rooting for the stalker. Of course, it rarely works out the way you want, but when it does, the feeling you get is... well, there's nothing else like it, other than, maybe, eating chocolate chip cookies. Oh, and I'm proudly anti-wildlife, both foreign and domestic, and anti-environment - especially foreign environments. I think Howard Stern put it best when he said, "If fifty percent of the population died tomorrow, I can live with that." And I feel the same about the other fifty percent, so together, we've pretty much got it all covered.
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5 Responses to The Decalogue Of Gregalogues

  1. Lexann says:

    I like Gutfeld's article from last week, too.

  2. TedWest says:

    Those are articles you say, they're transcripts of live commentaries he does on the Fox show Red Eye which airs at 3am Eastern. But I don;t advise you watch if you think Limbaugh's a pig. Trust me, the show isn't exactly high brow.

  3. Did I miss Don Imus' obit? 😉 LOL Ted!

  4. TedWest says:

    Zak, Greg's sidekick mentioned that, "Uh Greg… Imus isn't dead."
    Gutfeld said, "No, but he sleeps in an open hole in the ground…"

  5. Imus is just a political eunuch.

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