Moe Lane of Obsidian Wings is a very wicked man. (I can say this with impunity because, according to my Significant Otter, Moe doesn't actually believe that I exist.) Anyway, here's the proof:

Lieberman: Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of Dean;
And all the polls that rained upon our cause
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our blogs bound with laudatory posts;
Our broken bats hung up for monuments;
Our stern reproofs chang'd to merry meetings,
Our tedious marches to joyful strippings.
Grim-toned Protest hath soothed his howling voice,
And now, instead of mounting great puppets
To fright the souls of fascist Rethuglicans,
He snickers loudly in left-wing chat threads
To the incestuous music of trackback links.

There's so, so much more at the link. Be afraid.

Elsewhere in today's wickedness news, Pen-Elayne sheds new light on the whole "Jewish neoconservatives" question by pointing out that Hannukah is all about oil.