"Chocolate bunny democrats"

If I fathom his intent correctly, Treason-in-Defense-of-Slavery Yankee is spending some time today defending JFK’s inaugural address from the efforts of John Edwards and SEIU and Sam Giancana and the Fair Play for Cuba Committee and J. Edgar Hoover and . . . and . . . and there’s something in there about lacking honor and substance . . . um . . . I think he’s saying that the next president needs to send military advisers to South Vietnam or something. And invade Cuba.

Okay, I really don’t know what the fuck he’s doing, but in the course of doing it, he submits what I believe is one of the greatest wingnut metaphors since “dhimmicrat” emerged from the freeper ooze a few years back.

These chocolate bunny Democrats — sugary and smooth on the surface, melting under the slightest heat and pressure to expose a void inside — will spend this money trying convince Americans that we are not noble, that we are selfish, shallow, weak and untrustworthy, and that we should turn our backs on Kennedy’s famous pledge:

…that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe, in order to assure the survival and the success of liberty.

Not to pluck a used harp, but it bears mentioning that a guy whose masthead announces his his “Confederate” identity would have been happy to see Kennedy’s brains scattered across the back of a limousine. For as weak as Kennedy was on civil rights up to the last few months of his life, he did send federal troops in 1961 to Oxford, Mississippi, where James Meredith was attempting to enroll at Ole Miss — an decision that whites decried as “genocidal” and compared to the Soviet crackdown in Hungary. And while Kennedy allowed Alabama klansmen to beat the shit out of Freedom Riders earlier that same year, he reached a deal with Sen. James Eastland that prevented Mississippi klansmen from beating the shit out of Freedom Riders a few days later. Which is just the sort of thing that liberals like Hitler or Krushchev would have done.

That said, here are some of the various candies Bob Owens rejected as insufficiently metaphoric:

As for myself, I’m more of a “Reggie Bar Democrat.”