Doubling down on Stupid

Well we have another screed from cloud cuckoo land and it is a dozy.

It seems that the evil blogger lady wants to continue to pick a fight with the Instanerd and his wife. Not satisfied at losing her comments section and most likely all the links thrown her way that put her on the map now she is doubling down with her patented blend of pomposity, condescension, bile and wrongheadness.

At least she acknowledges that she would have been in the middle of shitstorm if she still had comments as the "right wingers" who came to her site from Instapundit would inundate her with push back. Which she could not deal with. She took the adult approach of putting her fingers in her ears and saying she doesn't want to talk about it anymore. She just says that the Instanerd is wrong but he doesn't want to admit that she is right. So there.

Some commenter named X said that she went "full mental Inga." I think he hit it right on the head.

You know Wild Bill Hickok was a pretty arrogant guy. His bleached blond hair and bizarre attire were his trademark along with his arrogance and the surety that he was always right. What finally brought him down was when he turned on his best friend.

When Hickok was facing down gunman Phil Coe, his best friend and deputy Mike Williams ran up behind him and Hickok turned without looking and shot him dead. Williams always backed up Hickok and was his main support. He propped him up when he was sick and told everybody what a great guy Hickok was when most people just didn't see it. But everybody liked Mike so they sort of listened.  When Hickok turned and shot down his friend everyone turned their face from him. He lost his job as Marshal and never really had another. He drifted from town to town looking for a game. Finally he ended up in Deadwood. He was so arrogant that he sat with his back to the door instead of the wall. He was shot dead holding the "Dead Man's Hand." He thought he was so great that everybody loved him and that he was always right. But there were many people who were just waiting for a chance to take him out. He made many enemies when he thought that he was the greatest and that everyone loved and admired him.

I think somebody just rode into Deadwood.