Conceit is a disease that the doctors got no cure

While the insanity of the winger world never ceases to surprise, the evil sometimes does. A winger I had never heard of takes a swipe at our good friend Jane Hamsher, in a way that is pretty remarkable:

I'll defer to James Wolcott for analysis:

The year is still tenderly young, but I doubt a greasier display of misogyny will raise its vulgar head for the remainder of '07 to outdo this exhibition of pique.

Apparently unable to translate light irony into his native lingo, American Digest's resident oracle "fisks" (as they're fonding of saying over there in the fantasy-based blogosphere) a post by Firedoglake's Jane Hamsher comically complaining about Daily Kos's Markos cracking the top ten in the Twenty Most Annoying Liberals awards handed out by some rightwing sinkhole while she was fobbed off with an "Honorable Mention." Hamsher self-deprecatingly, self-mockingly, genially wonders how she fell short in liberal annoyingness, only to be set straight on that score by the Digester. Hamsher's questions, in italics, are followed by his fiskings.

What did I do wrong? It is hard to know where to begin? Was it your decision to start down the birth canal? Perhaps later when you felt compelled to ask, "Daddy, is this the right thing to do?" Later still when you were rejected for Army Ranger training because you just had to ask and tell? It is difficult to know when that wrong turn leading to the long, wrong road was taken, Jane, but know always that -- whenever you are ready -- Jesus is there for you.

Was I not shrill and caustic enough?
No, I am certain this was not the case. For those afflicted by blazing hormones, there is no such thing as beyond infinity shrill and caustic. You have the tiara, Jane, wear it with pride.

Did I not do enough to mock Michelle Malkin and her histrionic halucinations?
No woman in love with an impossible goddess could have done more to mock her love object than you have done, Jane. Just lay back, select a cucumber, and think of England.

But my question is about this lovely statement:

...Jane's been in a perpetual state of peeve since she caught a dose of BDS and it metastasized into the implants.

So, I'm curious. Does the crack about implants come because Jane is, you know, a woman, and all women who worked in Hollywood at any time in their career have implants?

If so, that's charmingly provincial, a fly-over state mysogynistic bash against us left coasters.

But if it's because Jane is a breast cancer survivor, then you are foul soul, a pathetic man with a shriveled dick. And I hope you have to cope with cancer in your life. I know I have (see Sister Kristin).

I rarely wish bad upon someone, instead believing that some form of Karma will even things out. But pal, if you are making fun of Jane's illness, then you deserve whatever karmic payback the universe deems fair.

Bastard!


Update:

Here is a pic of Jane & Pam at our Big Deal L.A. Blogger's Party (aka Kobepalooza) Aug. '05: