And our next contestant in the game of life:
I love this one. Dude hits a home run with this clue-bat.
By Howie Carr
I don’t own the word “moonbat,” but I have had custody of it for a good long while now, and there are a couple of misconceptions I’d like to clear up.
First, a moonbat is not something you want to be, even in Arlington, where they have begun selling T-shirts that say, “Menotomy Moonbats.” Hey moonbats, lose the bat logo. Truth in advertising requires you to put on the front of your moonbat shirts a photo of Sen. Jim Marzilli, your hero, the perv in a Prius, with these words underneath:
“Sen. Marzilli Groped Me and All I Got Was This Lousy T-shirt.”
Instead, they try to redefine the word itself into a positive. As one Arlington moonbat told the Arlington Advocate, “A ‘moonbat’ is someone who’s willing to be a little bit of a dreamer.”
How many of these do you fit in? I figure if you fall into three, you’re a moonbat. By all accounts, that makes you a moron as well.