Moonbats! Oh yuck!

I’m infinitely tired of the term moonbats. It’s so overused and taken seriously that I fall from my levitated state when it is said (and that fall hurts being a big guy). But I really hate the term moonbats since it kills what a real moonbat would be like. I’m talking an actually creature on the moon that resembled a bat. A real live moonbat discovery would be great to behold. Seeing that the moon has no atmosphere, the moonbat would most likely float around all shimmery and ghostly in deep moon caves. And they wouldn’t bark either. They would be silent and telepathic. They would be so beautifully alien. A bonafide wonder.

But no…

It has become a damn political term used by many bloggers and non-bloggers. I prefer the term wingnut to describe nuts on the left and right. That term has fire in it and the all important word nut. Wingnuts, wackaroons, wackjobs, and jellyroll heads (my personal fave) are much better terms for politics than the majestic moonbat. I’m sure they don’t appeciate being associated with earthly politics.

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