I want to cast my vote for Pat Buchanan as the creepiest person in America.
I used to love to read his columns, just because he wrote so well, but I've gotten to the point where I can no longer stand what he's saying. Besides, to steal a line from the late, great Molly Ivins, they were better in the original German.
If you have been watching cable news the last week or two, Buchanan has been all over the place presenting the white racist position on Judge Sonia Sotomayor's nomination to the Supreme Court.
I suppose we should probably cut Buchanan some slack. He'll be 71 later this year and it's clear that his bile ducts aren't working as well as they once did. He's getting quite a bit of backup and some of it is coming out of his mouth.
Buchanan doubtless views himself as one of the last defenders of the white race, and he fears we're going to be overrun by all the little brown people if we don't stand strong.
"What is happening now to white men right now is exactly what was done to black folks for years."
I suppose he means white men are being castrated or killed for looking at black women, or maybe it's all those lynchings of white men we've been hearing about.
Pat, with all due respect, you're nuts.
Looney tunes.
Around the bend.
A taco short of a combination plate, a few bricks shy of a load, a couple of sandwiches short of a picnic.
Your elevator isn't going to the top floor.
The saddest part of all this is that he doesn't get called on those statements. If I were to go on MSNBC and tell them that aliens from the planet Zartek were speaking to me through my fillings and telling me to prepare the world for an invasion, I would expect someone to tell me I was batshit crazy.
Not our Pat. He's an elder statesman.
Of course, so was Gabby Hayes.