The Tribe That Rubs Shit In Their Hair

Longtime readers know that "The Tribe That Rubs Shit In Their Hair" is my shorthand for your typical leftist meatsticks who have wallowed in wingnut dung of uninformed twitter rants and racist MSNBC liberal conspiracy claptrap for so long that is has become the quotidian argot of their wretched lives. It is their tavern-talk. Their worst paranoid delusions, externalized, validated, tarted up as The Unvarnished Truth and then regurgitated back to them by ghouls and race mongers like Joy Reid or the debonair Ricky Maddow.... which are, in turn, passed around again like so many fish stories, getting bigger and wilder and truthier with each iteration. It is the shit they eagerly rub in their hair. The shit which, year after year, they sculpt into ever more elaborate pompadours because everyone else in their dingy, lightless corner of universe is doing it and they lost their sense of smell years ago.

They preen over each other. They are happy in each other's company. They praise each other on the little, individual touches with which they have customized their Shitheap Toupees. An extra layer of Russia Russia, perhaps, appliqued over something something the conservatives! And all is right with the world, right up until they leave the cocoon of their Wingnut Pig Sty and step into the normal world, where they are Shocked!Shocked! that ordinary people flee from them in horror.

Their Wingnut Pig Sty is a world of political cubicles and ideological corridors, underground and plenty roomy enough for Shit Hair Tribe members to spend most of their lives only interacting with other members of the Shit Hair Tribe. Some of the more advanced members of the tribe are aware enough of the outside world to gird themselves with slipperier language and a Gish Gallop bag of lies  for when they are forced to move about in the Real World, slathering on SPF 1200 goop to protect from the climate change whenever the sun peeps over the horizon, the occasional light that jumps out at them from between their cement temples in what we used to call cities.  

So it is especially glorious when a senior member of the Tribe That Rubs Shit In Their Hair thinks they're in a 100% safe space among fellow Shit Hairians and unfurls some especially bold-faced lie, in the sure and certain belief that no one would dare whip out a pin an puncture it. 

And then it happens.

Roll it, Johnny!

But of course, all that happened during the 'Before Time'.  And as has already been well established by dogma and custom.  Mention of actual truths and events taking place during the Before Time that contradict whatever fiction Leftist (and the legacy media) are selling today is doubleplusungood. 

And yet, every now and then, there comes someone like a Elon Musk or a Tucker Carlson with a pointy stick, watching as the lie that the Leftist are inflating today becomes so bloated and unbelievable that they just can't resist.