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April 16, 2006
BDS Case Study: Maryscott O'Connor
Posted by Dave Blount at April 16, 2006 11:30 AM
Bush Derangement Syndrome (BDS) might sound like a joke to some, but it's no laughing matter to blogger Maryscott O'Connor, who has come down with a case so severe as to attract the attention of the Washington Post.
O'Connor's emotional problems clearly do not begin or end with BDS. Like most on the Left, she is being eaten alive by an ulcerous hatred that she projects at anyone who does not share her deranged point of view.
She describes her blog, My Left Wing, as "one long, sustained scream." Her style makes heavy use of all caps, as well as the obscene language without which lefties would be unable to express themselves. Unsurprisingly, she started her blogging career by posting to the Angry Left bughouse Daily Kos.
Like many progressives, O'Connor isn't about ideas; she's about feelings — or rather, one feeling: psychotic hatred. In the dark and frightening recesses of her dysfunctional mind, President Bush is "the Antichrist"; Vice President Cheney is "Satan"; Karl Rove is "the devil." As for the Catholic Church, she has this to say:
I have a special place in my heart . . . a burning, sizzling, putrescent place where the guilty suffer the tortures of the damned.
A "burning, sizzling, putrescent place" — that does pretty well describe a moonbat's heart.
But according to O'Connor, she wasn't always so bitter and morally diseased. She was a "classic bleeding-heart liberal," filled with empathy for the suffering. As WaPo describes her:
She signed petitions. She boycotted veal. She canvassed for Greenpeace. She donated to Planned Parenthood. She read the Nation, the New Yorker, the Utne Reader and Mother Jones. She agonized over low wages for overseas workers every time she bought a $40 leather purse.
But then W was elected, and her sanctimonious silliness degenerated into something morbid and obscene. At least she still has some self-awareness:
I have become one of those people with all the bumper stickers on their car. I am this close to being one of those muttering people pushing a cart. I'm insane with rage and grief. But I also feel more connected than I ever have.
Connected — because she has found her way into an online cave full of mouth-frothing moonbats who continually goad each other toward new extremes of paranoia and hyperbole.
Thank you WaPo, for a disturbing but enlightening peek into this hellish cave — and thank you V the K for the tip.
