So I watched “Jackass” and I laughed and laughed and laughed, until the point when I found myself cringing at one of their “stunts”. One of the Jackasses (I forget his name) did a skit called “Yellow Snow”.  He fashioned a sno-cone from snowballs and a home-made paper cone. Then, as you might have guessed, he peed on it. I thought the skit would be to try to trick one of the other jackasses into looking at it closely, and then dumping it on the unsuspecting victim’s head or something of the sort . Well, for those of you who saw the movie, you know I was very, very wrong.

The Jackass himself proceeded to eat the entire, um, (pee-cone?) Then, to the delight of his buddies he vomited violently for a few minutes. For that moment, he was the King of the Jackasses, because he ate a urine sno-cone and puked. He was so happy. His buddies were happy too, because they had an King, if only for a moment, until the next skit when another Jackass shoved a Matchbox car up his butt, then that guy was the King. The one-upmanship was the obvious motivator for these guys. To be the King, you have to out-Jackass the previous Jackass.

It hit me while watching this otherwise silly movie; I think I realized the answer to the question; “Why do the Moonbats seem to constantly keep increasing the level of vitriol in their commentary?” Answer; “They all want to be the King”.

After 9/11, the Liberals blamed the “government” (generically). Moore had to out-liberal the Liberals with Fahrenheit 9/11 and blamed Bush (specifically). Ward Churchill decided to out-moore Moore, and blamed the victims for the attack, and not to be outdone, last night Bill Maher out-churchilled Churchill by blaming every American, past and present. Today, Bill Maher is one happy guy. Everyone is talking about his show. Everyone is talking about him. Why? Because until the next Moonbat opens his pie hole, he is the reigning King of the Moonbats. The advantage of being the King of the Moonbats is that everyone talks about the King, and one’s show never gets cancelled when everyone’s talking about you.

Maher explained away the whole world-wide-mess with his simple reasoning; “Americans have blood on their hands”, providing this week’s equivalent to that urine sno-cone. Exactly which lefty Moonbat will shove exactly what up their metaphorical butt next week remains to be seen. Rest assured however, some Moonbat somewhere will one-up Maher, and the cycle will continue, probably until my head explodes. I don’t think these guys are really expecting to affect any kind of social change, I just think they are trying to cash in, either monetarily or in notoriety. They are trying to do to political commentary what Howard Stern has done to the morning drive. They are trying to be “shockingly funny” about politics. There’s a difference between being funny and being a clown. When these guys open their mouths, I swear sometimes I hear circus music coming out.