Fever in the mornin', fever all through the night

I try not to go there; I try to stay away. Really, I do. But sometimes the links conspire against me, and it’s click, and click, and there you are, in the fever swamp of the rightwing blogosphere.

You see, the folks over at Confederate Yankee, (via Little Green Footballs. No links, you can search out those fetid paths on your own) think that there may have been some Funny Business surrounding the deaths of all those civilians at Qana. Maybe it was staged; maybe the pictures are phony. OK, we’ve heard it before. But then this comment wrapped its icy fingers around my throat:

Not sure if this has been flagged yet, but is it me, or does that pacifier connected to childs shirt by a plastic chain look too clean?

smitty

Has this been flagged!? Does the pacifier look too clean?

While my religious affiliations are tenuous and ever-changing at best, I do believe there is a Great Accounting at the end of our ride, a Karmic Toteboard of some sort.

And when that day comes, I’ll take comfort in the fact that I didn’t spend my time on a computer in my parent’s basement, sitting in a fog of Cheeto dust and Little Debbie debris, poring over photos of dead children.

And that’s all I’ve got to say about that.