Daily Kos hates me

How can I say that? I mean, really? After all, the Daily Kos-acks never mention me; I'm beneath noticing, apparently.

Well, I can say Daily Kos hates me for at least two reasons:

1. I'm not using "hate" in its usual sense. That's fair, isn't it? After all, that's how Daily Kos-acks use English: any old way they please. Words in the Kos-ack realm don't have to actually mean anything that's tied to, you know, facts or stuff like that. "Icky-poo! Facts! Get 'em away from me!" The very fact ("Ooo! Icky-poo!") that I'm never mentioned by Daily Kos-acks, that none of them tell their typical lies about me means they are simply deliberately ignoring me out of hateful spite. And I know it means that because, using Kos-ack reasoning, they are hatefully ignoring me.



2. Recalling an idiosyncratic, colloquial translation of "miseo" my Greek prof mentioned one day in passing ("Miseo can be taken to mean 'I don't give a damn about...'"), I can, in Daily Kos-ack fashion, apply that to Daily Kos-acks ignoring me and say, "See? They hate me!"

Both of those arguments make easily as much sense as typical loony left moonbattery using similar "reasoning". So in appreciation of the great mental prowess of Daily Kos-acks and their ilk, I'll wear my badge of honor:

Daily Kos hates me.

Indeed

(Oh, well, I guess I can say The Puppy Blender does too, using Kos-ack level reasoning.)

Whining like a Daily Kos-ack at Outside the Beltway, and at TMH's Bacon Bits.

(What, your whirling brain may be asking, inspired this lil "ankle-biting" post? Well, I haven't actually read Daily Kos recently, but I was channel flipping the other day and stopped briefly on a "news" *spit* program where I heard heard a few transparently stupid remarks from Markos Moulitsas Zúniga, and the credulous reception given his bald-faced lies (spouting the tired old "Bush lied" meme) by the blow-dried airhead "interviewing" him has been like a burr under my butt ever since... )