If you missed the kerfuffle, and you're trying to figure it out, you'll have trouble. They deleted the post. You can't even get it from the Google cache at this point.

Fortunately, I had it in my cache.

The Real Story

OK, here's the story. On Monday, satirist Jack Steuf posted a piece to Wonkette about Trig Palin's 2nd birthday.

A kid that's 2 years old deserves respect. Even if he has Down Syndrome. Jack thinks so, I think so. Everybody agrees that it's despicable to make fun of a retard. Whups. Calling a kid retarded is disrespectful.

Never mind the fact that the term was originally "Educable Mentally Retarded", and it was a term intended to be respectful of the children so classified. Never mind the fact that Trig's almost brother-in-law, Levi Johnston, famously was referring to Trig as her retarded baby, something that scandalized the left-leaning jaybirds of the web in times past. And even if you are making fun of a mother who is hardly worthy of the term parent, one who uses her children instead of protecting their privacy and respect, you shouldn't be using that term.

Jack Screwed Up

But Jack screwed up. And when he posted this piece of satire, making fun of Sarah Palin pimping out her children, the shit started falling out of the sky. The Sarah Palin Robot Skeleton Army, calling themselves #TrigScrew, started tweeting and started threatening advertisers on the Wonkette site, most of whom were unaware that they were advertising on the Wonkette site. Papa John's, Huggies, Holland America Lines, a whole slew of advertisers blocked their Google advertising from appearing on the popular Wonkette site.

Wonkette did the only thing reasonable. They yanked the post.

That's something you just don't do. What you do is to leave the post up, so others can judge for themselves, and to precede it with a big notice offering an apology. But they couldn't afford to lose the advertisers. When the Palin/Beck robotronic loons attack, you need to be made of sterner stuff than Tippi Hedron to survive.

What WAS The Post

Meanwhile, you may have been wondering what the kerfuffle was all about. Since we're not advertising-supported, and we're starting off with an explanation that we think Trig deserve better and since we've had it up to --> here <-- with all the crap from Sarah Palin's Mindless horde, we decided to port the original Wonkette article.

If you recall, we suggested the Sarah Palin candidacy in a April 2008 post - which was before McCain or any of the political wonks had the slightest clue who she was. We even suggested that perhaps the ticket ought to be Palin/McCain, instead of McCain/Palin.

Who's Sorry Now?

Yeah, well, we're sorry about that. She's shown herself to be a clown as a politician - and much worse as a parent. I have no use for an adult who selfishly pimps out a kids for selfish purposes. A controversial basketball coach I used to respect said that in recruiting his team, he first weeded on the basis of whether a potential player was a good human being, and then he looked at the athletic and scholastic abilities. I think that's a good rule for voters to use, as well.

In any case, here's the post that started the kerfuffle.

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That strange man yelling unintelligibly at Sarah Palin? He’s merely a lowly shepherd proclaiming the birth of our savior. Today is the day we come together to celebrate the snowbilly grifter’s magical journey from Texas to Alaska to deliver to the America the great gentleman scholar Trig Palin. Is Palin his true mother? Or was Bristol? (And why is it that nobody questions who the father is? Because, either way, Todd definitely did it.) It doesn’t matter. What matters is that we are privileged to live in a time when we can witness the greatest prop in world political history.

This morning, Team Sarah posted a happy-birthday message at the exact time of his birth. This is a poem “Lynda” wrote for Trig:

Sweet Angel Boy…

Oh, little boy what are you dreaming about
Candy canes and mom’s sweet hugs

Oh, sweet baby boy what are you dreaming about
Play cars…trains…planes and a daddy’s strong hands as he lifts you high and makes you laugh…oh, how safe you feel in those hands

Oh, little boy what are dreaming about
Sisters who play with you…and teach you new words

Oh, as you sleep little boy what are you dreaming about
A big bother that carries you on his shoulders…as he shows you the blue sky

Oh, little boy what are you dreaming about
A mother’s soft lullaby…the soft touch of her hand…the soft sound of her voice as she says “I Love You”
Dream on little boy as the Angels stand guard

What’s he dreaming about? Nothing. He’s retarded.

Here are a couple of excellent YouTube tributes to the magic intellectually disabled baby, presented by Glenn Beck:

Here’s Piper licking her hand and rubbing it all over Trig’s head for some reason:

Here’s Trig meeting another Down syndrome baby and immediately trying to lick it:

And finally, Louis C.K.’s verdict on the kid:

“Why just celebrate tax day today, April 18th? It’s also Trig Paxson Van Palin’s 3rd birthday. His mom went to a lot of trouble to leak amniotic fluid over 8 states to make sure that he arrived in this world somewhat alive,” writes Wonkette operative “Barbara_i,” reminding us of the occasion. “Sarah went to a whole lot of trouble to name him ‘Van Palin,’ a ‘Van Halen’ reference he will never get.” Indeed.

Enjoy yourself today, Trig. Have fun! Get drunk (on purpose this time)! We can hardly wait for 15 years from now, when you will finally be able to vote and will be sent off by your mother’s junta to fight the Union in the Great Alaska War.