For me, the funniest part of watching the backlash against the homophobia and racism of Phil Robertson, patriarch of the Duck Dynasty family, has been watching wingnuts rushing to prove that each and every one of them is his biggest fan, that each and every one of them is the one who loves this dude the most. As a timely blog post pointed out this morning, these wingnuts are being played for fools, and not a one of them realizes it:

If you’ve logged onto Facebook at some point in the past 12 hours, you’ve probably seen a family member or high school classmate going apesh*t that Obama cancelled freedom of speech and personally fired Phil Robertson from Duck Dynasty for his anti-gay comments to GQ. Except what really happened is that A&E “suspended” Phil from the show – for a while – which will still be filmed by the rest of the family who apparently don’t have a problem going along with any of this which should’ve been the first red flag to all the Duck Dynasty fans currently being played like a harp from hell.

The article goes onto point out how Robertson is being turned into a martyr, which is handy when you have a “target demographic of oblivious zealots who have … no clue how freedom of speech works or when their puppet strings are being brilliantly pulled.” Such is life!

Perhaps the most ridiculous example I’ve run across of a wingnut “being played like a harp from hell” (man, that’s a turn of phrase!) is the always silly, always hysterically emotional and angry “Coach” Dave Daubenmire. To be fair, Dave is one of the most gullible wingnuts out there, having recently claimed that the pedophiles are a-comin’ for everybody, that people edit his clips to make him look like a moron, that the Westboro Baptist clan is just doing what God told them to, that liberals are sodomizing him, that Obama is gay, and that the Boston Marathon bombings would usher in martial law. In short, any time you have a bridge to sell, Dave Daubenmire is your most prime target.

So, of course, here we have Coach Dave dressing up in really bad drag as Phil Robertson, running to the rescue of this teevee bigot whom he so dearly and affectionately loves.

Watch and listen to what those harps sound like. I warn you, it’s shrill, hysterical and downright weird, but if you’re like me, you’ll be laughing too hard to be bothered by any of it:

A couple more screen shots? Let’s.



I cannot stop laughing.