In 16 years Charles Johnson mentioned only his mother and his brother. Now he claims to have relatives that could have perished in the WTC attacks, but they didn’t, and any one of us could claim the same damn unprovable thing.
That’s some amazing unfettered idiocy right there.
I never cared much for Bob Dylan. He was talented but too pretentious for my taste. On the other hand, I hereby dedicate this song, on behalf of The Diary of Daedalus, to Charles F. Johnson & Viscous Bouche, aka Alouette.
Update: Apparently a lot of people took notice of Johnson’s Idiot Wind, including Weasel Zippers and The Washington Times. Many (of the 38k+ banned) ex-lizards ressponded in the comments sections of both. Enjoy.