There is No Joy in Lake Wobegon

Garrison Keillor is upset with us. If you know his works watch out, he might start throwing tomatoes. h/t Michelle Malkin.

Note to Tea Partiers: Wake up and Smell the Coffee
by Garrison Keillor

The tea partiers are enjoying their day in the sun, but coffee is the beverage preferred by most Americans, and we don't have time to gang up and holler and wave our arms -- we prefer to sit quietly with coffee in hand and read a reliable newspaper and try to figure out what's going on in the world. Great heaps of dead bodies are moved by front-loaders and dumped, uncounted, unidentified, into open pits in a stricken country while people feast and walk treadmills on enormous cruise ships sailing a hundred miles off the coast en route to the Bahamas and Jamaica. That's the real world, not the paranoid hallucinations of the right.

(Yes, Garrison, that is all the fault of us right wingers, RC note)

And your high school civics teacher would not have given you a high mark for saying, as the Rev. Robertson did, that the earthquake in Haiti was God's judgment on voodoo. God has tolerated voodoo in Washington for years and not seen fit to shake the city yet. Priests and mojo men dance around the Capitol every day, waving skulls on sticks, scattering their magic powders, trying to stop progress with a hex, and God is content to observe them. So do we coffee drinkers. Government is in the hands of realists and in the end we shall prevail.

I'm not sure Mr. Keillor is still living in our real world. He's told too many tales I would guess, and doesn't know the difference between Lake Wobegon and real life in America, where the right wing works hard, whether or not they are above average and the clouds are not cloudy all day.  (okay, he never said that last part, its a cowboy song.)