Sometimes I wish I had gone the route of anonymous blogging so that I could really, really say what's on my mind about all the tards and turds of the Democratic Party --because, you know I already hate all republican politicians.

My dreams of anonymous blogging used to get a wettie everytime I read The Secret Diary of Steve Jobs. fakeSTEVE was outed recently but I just as soon decided to not remember his name. I didn't want to destroy the 'childlike wonder' of his anonymity (this, btw, is one of his running jokes). I'd rather believe realSTEVE would call Microsoft's Steve Ballmer SquirrelBoy or that he'd cast aspersions on open-source software activists and devotees by calling them freetards; as opposed to knowing he's some awesomely snarky writer working for Forbes.com.

Which is why I coined the neologism, demotard. So that I could give a shout out to fakeSTEVE and the freetards when I give you the political blind item of the week :

Which demotard got his manties in bunch last week because I dared to criticize an incumbent, his incumbent, because the incumbent happens to be a Democrat!

The manties wearing human excrescence went as far to use my children to attack me for not sucking up to his free lunch and his office.

The. Douchebag. Went. There.

Look, this is not a blog paid for by the Democratic Party. This is not a blog paid for either a democratic candidate or a democratic incumbent. This blog is paid for by my ever shrinking blood-sweat-and-tears along with the support, commitment and goodwill of my editors and contributors. They make possible this blog with their reporting, research, opinion and creative work for no compensation at all.

So to the manties wearing demotardic douchebag who screamed at me over the phone last week :

I am not here to be your bitch.

I am here to be your worst nightmare.

The war is on.