Those who have tuned in late or who have tried to avert their eyes from the disastrously self-destructive Madness of King Charles must be reminded that, from start to finish, this has been about Charles Johnson repeatedly attacking people who were minding their own business.
As if obsessively policing 400-comment threads for any hint of disagreement weren't enough to satisfy the paranoia of Pol Pot, how does Johnson find the psychic energy to moonlight as Internet Commissar of Affiliation-Investigation?
Let's let Johsuapundit explain what's really happened:
I delinked Little Green Footballs from Joshuapundit about a week and a half ago. . . . It's entirely due to the behavior of the self-styled Lizard King, Charles Johnson. And I should have done it a long time ago.By all means, read the whole thing and try to think about what Joshua is saying here. It's not about what Diane West wrote or what Rush Limbaugh said or who sponsored a conference that Pamela Geller attended. It's about two things: Charles Johnson and his wounded soul.
This started a couple of years ago, when Charles got his panties in a knot and started banning 'fascists' - you know, people like my friends Pam Geller at Atlas and Dymphna and the Baron over at Gates of Vienna who haven't got a fascist bone in their bodies but do take the menace of Islamist jihad seriously. Robert Spencer, the brilliant author and proprietor of JihadWatch was next and it continued from there. . . .
I probably should have dumped Charles back then, but Charles had been helpful to me back when I was starting out. . . . I naively thought that this was simply a personal snit between a few essentially decent people and that it would eventually resolve itself. After all, we were all on the same side, weren't we? . . .
As time went on, what used to be an important place on the net deteriorated into a fetid swamp with pretty much three creatures inhabiting it - the Lizard King's increasingly vicious attacks on his ever increasing list of personal 'enemies', Christians and 'creationists', links posted by the chosen Lizardoids on the site and Charles' occasional music videos.
Meanwhile, the body count continued - Andrew Bostom, Ann Coulter, David Littman, FOX News, Debbie Schlussel, Diane West, Melanie Phillips, Michele Malkin, Richard Miniter, Rush Limbaugh, Vodkapundit, Israel Matsav, Glenn Beck, Sigmund, Alfred and Carl, Geert Wilders, the Brussells Journal, Snapped Shot, Dr. Rusty at The Jawa report, Tundra Tabloids, Yid With Lid . . . hell, probably two thirds of the people I link to, any of whom could write and think circles around CJ and eat his intellectual lunch in a New York minute. . . .
That's what I explained in a phone conversation I had this afternoon with a friend. Johnson has some sort of void in his personality that compels him into this domineering attitude toward other people, trying to build himself up by tearing down others, exercising power by threatening their prestige and success which is -- inside his envy-twisted mind -- somehow a negative reflection on his own worthlessness.
A control freak gone berserk, a radioactive psyche in Chernobyl meltdown mode. He's gone bonkers. Wacko. Zany. Froot Loops. Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs. Get out your thesaurus and look up "insane" -- pick a word, any word -- whatever your favorite synonym for "crazy," that'll do just fine. He's nucking futz.
So when my friend said, "Yeah, but I don't know about those European political groups . . ." I felt completely exasperated. Who is the greater dangers, right here, right now? Is it some Belgian right-winger, or is it Charles Foster Johnson?
Like I said, when Vlaams Belang starts blowing up crowded buses and crashing jetliners into skyscrapers, then I'll worry about The Flemish Menace. In the meantime, as William Teach of Pirate's Cove said, Charles Johnson is making even Andrew Sullivan and Markos Moulitsas look sane.
Pamela Geller may be a bit argumentative at times, but she's not the one waging this online jihad against everybody who disagrees with her. She had no problem at all with Charles Johnson until he started calling her a Nazi sympathizer (!) and trying to exile her to the extremist fringe.
He hasn't merely taken a left turn, he's gone around the bend. Lost his grip. Slipped a cog. He's demented, deranged, a few fries short of a Happy Meal.
This problem has nothing to do with Pamela. It never was about her -- it's about him. Now, less than two years after the onset of Chronic Degenerative Lizardmania, people are becoming genuinely concerned for Johnson's well-being.
Myself, I'd be happy if he'd just put up a post called "Autumn Open Thread," surrender the troll-hammer to one of his evil minions and take about a six-week rest somewhere calm and peaceful with no WiFi access.
And enjoy a nice hot cup of STFU, will ya? Stop trying to defend yourself, Charles, or trying to present your monomaniacal fixation as if it were the result of your sudden discovery that everyone who voted for Bush in 2004 has been goose-stepping toward Munich ever since.
Nobody's buying it any more, Charles. There can be no ideological or political explanation for your behavior. People are calling you "Captain Queeg," and laughing about it, but it's really not funny. You need help or one of these days you'll be shuffling around down by the rail yards muttering to yourself "banned! banned! banned!"
And denial is not a river in Egypt.