Could Someone Please Retrieve Bobo's Brain from the Pumpkin Please?

I've read some strange permutations out of what passes for thought from Bobo Brooks, but I have to admit even I never thought the man could plumb these depths...

As I watched the images of Iraqis lining up to vote, even in the face of terrorists who threatened to wash the streets with blood, I couldn't help thinking of Whittaker Chambers.

WHAT!?

Seriously...WHAT!?

For you kids that do not remember Whittaker Chambers, let's just say he pretty much served as the mid-wife of the McCarthy years in this country. A paranoid, depressive, who was determined to take his obvious shortcomings out on those who possessed all that he did not. In the 20s and 30s Chambers was a communist, who apparently did not get the sex from the far left he expected, Chambers decided to turn on his old "comrades" (who apparently got laid more) and claimed he was exposing State Department employee Alger Hiss. When matched up with an ambitious California Congressman, Richard Nixon, and a magic garden containing microfilm bearing produce, Chambers rocketed to embittered prominence.

In the wake of the downfall of the Soviet Union wingnuts were determined to try to prove that Chambers was a victim...as they had a half-century earlier, the verdict is in reality much in doubt, but one would never know it from dupes like Brooks.

Nevertheless, if anybody can think of any possible way that Whittaker Chambers has fuck-all to do with the Iraqi elections other than Bobo let me know.

Speaking of Bobo, Tom Tomorrow gives us a fine look at the fellow, yes indeedy.