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One of the things that makes blogging much easier for yr Wonkette is the near-continuous supply of absurd overreactions from Republicans about, well, anything. (Also reliable topics for us: the Catholic Church’s terror of modernity and our bread and butter,┬ápolitician sexytime.) Why, hardly a day goes by here in Wonkland or our poor sister Wonkville […]

Yr Wonkette has a terrible racist uncle who is vaguely like Victoria Jackson. (Yes, the royal “we” is not grammatically nonsensical there. We ALL have that terrible racist uncle. You do too.) A lot racist and a bit paranoid, prone to odd conspiracy theories about the government that were somehow never quite so ascendant until […]