Daily Gut: You Win, I'm Racist!

And so within hours of posting my Gregalogue, a bilious blogger did what bilious bloggers do best: call me a racist. Which is awesome, because it proves my point. In the world of racial politics, all you have to do is call someone a racist, and you win!

Game over.

And now, White House press secretary Robert Gibbs is pretty much doing the same thing preemptively, telling critics of Judge Sonia Sotomayor to watch what they say when it comes to her confirmation hearing. This is amazing, only because there was no need to say it at all.

Everyone’s already on their tippy toes. Look at the media who swallowed the “the first Latina ever” story as the only the story worth reporting. And check out some of the wimpier columnists, who would rather roll over on their damp mattresses than fight against the joys of “empathy.” Here’s a hint: when someone thanks you for your willingness to comply, they’re really grateful for your wussiness.

For fun, imagine if Marlin Fitzwater had told the liberal media to watch their words during the confirmation of Thomas – another Supreme Court nominee with an “inspirational” story and a nonwhite skin color. Would that have stopped the pitchforks? Uh, no.

Hell, do any of you remember Judge Robert Bork – a brilliant man so vilified because he didn’t fit the liberal mold – that his last name became a verb for political lynching?

I do. Which is why I think raising a little hell over Sotomayor seems like a fun way to spend the summer.

But then again, I may just do sudoku.