Linked rightie Goat, he of the Barnyard in rural north-central California (he does have an eye for the beauty of his home) posted this piece that is a rambling endorsement of Mitt Romney for President, and a comment from someone named Honus R., whom Goat refers to as the sheepdog (why the animal epithets?). While Goat's post does cohere, after a fashion (although his opening has no relation to the point of his post), and despite at least one glaring spelling error (it is stalwart, not "stalwert"), he does seem to make a point.
Honus, however, in the comment on said post, rambles over much territory, without ever actually moving from the spot from which he started. He invokes 9/11 (of course), abortion, lumps libertines and socialists in with Democrats (of course) and Republicans (surprise, surprise; apparently the serial divorces amongst the Republican candidates is starting to seep through the thickness), and generally announces his abandonment of politics in favor of missionary work (at least we don't need to worry about one right-wing vote next November) - because the Republicans abandoned conservatism. The post ends with the query, "Know what I mean?"
Actually, Honus, no, I don't. If I did, I would seek treatment.
I must remind people on occasion that stringing words together does not make a sentence; nor does stringing sentences together make a paragraph.
*The title is a reference to one of my favorite bits from Steve Martin's classic album Wild and Crazy Guy when he says, "Whenever you're around a small child, talk wrong. By kindergarten he will say . . . offering the above sentence as the result of the strange result of such adverse conditioning. I have always wanted to use it because it reflects, for me, what is wrong with the Right, to whit, they think that if they put enough words together they have constructed an argument, when all they have done is spouted nonsense, causing the adults to say, with Steve Martin, "What?!? What's that you're saying? Give that kid a special test, get him out of here."