Moonbat bloggers' pity party: Wonkette

Just having a look around at the liberal blogs (or psuedo-blogs in the case of Wonkette) and I'm amused at all the b---hing and moaning going on. You can almost hear them weeping. Here's some choice remarks from Wonkette (from a sea of inanity):

Whitest. Inauguration. Ever. More trophy wives, cowboy hats, and fur coats -- than you'd ever see on a "Dallas" episode.

Odd... Us sane people didn't notice this. I saw plenty of people of color, the only trophy wives I saw were named Clinton and Kerry, the only cowboy hat I saw today was on Don Imus earlier this morning, and the few fur coats I saw looked pretty dang warm.

11:40AM: Trent Lott reminds us that Americans have been gathering for over 200 years to welcome their new presidents a "peaceful and dignified ceremonies." And then, he said, "there's this year, which is a $40 million obscenity of corporate whoredom."

lol! The voices in Ms. Cox's head are not only starting to express themselves through the voices of people she's listening to, but they're continuing to spread lies and misrepresenations.

11:46AM: Is this church or something? What's with the hymn?

Oh, boo-hoo-hoo! Go cry to Michael Newdow. Maybe he can lose a lawsuit over it in your name, Ana.

11:49AM: Cheney getting sworn in. F***, this is really happening, isn't it?

Yes, it is. It's not your usual alcohol-induced hallucinations, woman. Deal with it. MoveOn, as they say.

Wait, did you hear that? He swore to protect us from "all enemies foreign domestic and made up. . ." They're warning us this time!

Another appearance by the voices in her head.

11:58AM: Four more years, minus about a minute. Just keep the bourbon coming.

What's more hilarious than plain moonbats? Drunk moonbats!

12:00PM: Pre 9/11, America was in "repose" and on "sabbatical." Or maybe he's just talking about himself.

Only in Michael Moore's wet dreams - the ones in which he is always right and never lies.

One can only imagine that Ms. Cox has drank herself into a stupor and has passed out in a gutter somewhere. Drinking at 11 in the morning (or earlier!) onward. A sign of a likely alcoholic. No wonder Wonkette is so worthless.