I was going to write something really brilliant on the Schiavo talking points

I really was. But how do you condense the level of stupidity required to confidently proclaim the memo a liberal dirty trick into a single post? You can do as Ezra Klein did and try to use metaphoric license to get there; it looks like this.

It's not just that they have no shame, it's that they once met shame on a street, beat the shit out of him, rolled him up in a carpet, and threw him off a bridge. And don't even ask me about the nightmare they put truth through. To paraphrase Marv in Sin City, after what they did to poor honesty, hell must have seemed like heaven.

Powerline, we must begin to understand, has no fucking idea what they're talking about at any given moment. Once upon a time, some GOP operative sent by the Ghost of Nixon got something right for them in the Free Republic comments section, and ever since then the homo-erotically named bloggers over there have thought his success their own and tried to get a bunch of other Important Stories About Treasonous Democrats right too. But they don't. Reading their site is like watching a blind child in a dog park -- you keep trying to warn him not to step in the piles of shit, but you're never able to get there quite quick enough. They want to make a point on Carter and end up calling him a traitor -- ooh, all over your shoe! They want to attack the AP but end up proving themselves utterly ignorant of how cameras work -- damn, you got it on your sock! They try to accuse Democrats of faking the Schiavo memo until an aide to current Republican Senator and Bush's former HUD Secretary Mel Martinez admits to writing it -- Agh, it's all over you!

But I didn't do that; instead I decided to wait for the apology. And I'm still waiting for a real one. You fired the staffer/fall guy. Goody for you. And quit trying to explain a colossal and morbid blunder away by saying you had reasonable suspicions after Rathergate. That's just pathetic.