Completely embarrassing but entertaining none the less.

Of course the George Allen debate debacle has made the rounds, and thrown everyone, myself included into a tizzy.

For the purpose of clarity however, the summery is that maybe racist politician George Allen, might be Jewish. Rumors fly, bloggers titter and then during a televised debate some poor woman has the misfortune of starting off her question this way:

“It has been reported your grandfather Felix, whom you were given your middle name for, was Jewish. Could you please tell us whether your forebears include Jews and, if so, at which point Jewish identity might have ended?”

Audience boos, Allen gets pissed and righty folk everywhere shake their head in sad resignation:

“You see, all this Israel bashing has consequences, blah, Anti-Semitism, blah”

I know because I was one of them.

But then people, who I assume are godless, Hitler-loving, jihadi, communist, college professor pedophiles start making the ‘net rounds saying that the question wasn’t only not racist, but was perfectly reasonable.

Game on.

So of course I, who not only has this blog to write for but also the soon to be launched Red-Alerts.com, and the am supposed to be preparing Lovecrafteffect.com and Spellandritual for Halloween launches, spend about two days vomiting out righteous indignation all over the cyber-gods creation.

Racist this, nazi that, you know, just taking an opportunity to get some “liberal” all red faced at being outted for the closet bigot he is. Long story short, in less time then it takes for DailyKos to delete an anti-Semitic rant, I’m in some sort of electronic argument on this site with someone whose handle is “Plunge”. “Plunge!”

So I’m busy calling everyone a racist, amused because throughout this whole episode I did everything but call these people “white devils”, and I realize I’m one of them.

You know what I mean; now I’m suddenly one of those people who get riled up at some event and clucks continuously about it on the Internet. When “Plunge” insulted me, I really got insulted, as if this really mattered.

I don’t even know where George Allen’s from, or what he’s running for!

Color me embarrassed.

All this acrimony, and not a damn thing to show for it. Luckily I got some sound political advise from someone with their head on straight:

Now back to the business at hand…