From the Metro Times (no link because they didn't link here). Fair use clip:
What a bad boy am I: Every time I take one of my gentle loving swipes at some two-bit right-wing politician like Mikey Bishop or the pink pig man, I am assailed by pious little conservatives who tut-tut about "ad hominem attacks."
The fact that most of them would line up to drink Ann Coulter's bath water makes this especially amusing. Coulter, whose Adam's apple is bigger than Wilt Chamberlain's, is a scary woman who seems to have misplaced that brochure about when cocktail dresses are inappropriate. She makes up for it by trying to be Joe McCarthy in drag. My guess is she doesn't know Roy Cohn is dead.
Recently I got lectured by a little red ideologue, a person who said his or her name was Chetly Zarko. I thought that was a comic book name, and all the Zarkos I have met were crazy Ukrainians. I told Zark Vader I knew he was a secret follower of Simon Petlura, the 1920s Ukrainian bandit leader, and had moved allegiance to Leon of the Pink Pig in a clear case of Freudian transference.
Someone who was aware of the outside world would have grokked that I was being gonzo, and giggled. Not old Chetly. That prompted a rash of blog denunciations of me as a racist and a sexist not worthy of being at the American Pork Producers Convention. Suddenly, I realized what this meant; the right wing subconsciously knows it is doomed — at least for now.
I suspect P.J. O'Rourke became a Republican because, back in the 1970s and '80s, liberals with a sense of humor were few indeed. Most looked like they fantasized about Jimmy Carter and Eleanor Roosevelt. Now times have changed.
Granted, I suspect if I had to defend the party of Dubya, Mark Foley and the senator from the airport toilet, I might not be chuckling myself. But I want to apologize. For that comment about Eleanor Roosevelt, that is, and I promise to send a modest contribution to the Petlura memorial in downtown Poltava.
