Late Late Nite FDL: Fear Is The Mind-Killer
- I must not fear.
- Fear is the mind-killer.
- Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
- I will face my fear.
- I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
- And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
- Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
- Only I will remain.
- — the Litany against Fear, Frank Herbert
Remember, the whole point of terrorism is to sow terror. Every time a conservative or the Bush Adminsitration freaks out at a potential act of terrorism, the terrorists win. They don’t actually have to set off the bomb, they just need to scare people. So every freak out is a victory for the enemy. Fox News? One of the terrorists’ biggest allies. The Bush Administration? The terrorists couldn’t have done it without them. And those “manly men” conservatives that are perpetually wetting themselves in fear?
Well, when even the most hapless, incompetent, laughably unworkable plots get them riled up in a tizzy, you don’t even need competent terrorists to be effective.
Conservatives are truly the terrorists’ greatest allies.
— Markos Moulitsas Zuniga, aka “Kos“
Seems as if the wingnuts have been really pounding the fear-drum harder than usual. Too many people are refusing to stop thinking and be stampeded into whatever stupid-ass con the Cons have come up with, and it’s really pissing them off.
Michael Bloomberg, the Republican mayor of New York City, is under attack by Michelle Malkin and her rabid, fear-steeped cadre for the abominable crime of not being anywhere near as demented by fear as they are. Yes, they invoke 9/11. Again. Maha of the Mahablog, herself a Noo Yawkah who lived through 9/11, sticks up for Bloomie and patiently explains to the screeching howler monkeys what it means to be a grown-up person in New York City. And when he and his cohort aren’t drooling over Taylor Marsh’s adipose tissue, Jules Crittenden and Company are whipping themselves into transports of fear-ecstasy over Those Damned Scary Brown Folk. Where did I put my trank gun?