There's snark. And then there's snark.

Roy Edroso sings the praises of invective.

You needn't know Harding, specifically, to appreciate this, but if you have any experience at all of boosterish political prose, you will know how true this hits the mark. The confident opening pricks your ears. The metaphors suit both the blandness of the subject and the imbecilic vigor of the execution. The final decompounded words are sharp flamenco steps that tamp the dirt on the grave of the unfortunate subject. This is not mere insult. This is artistry enlisted in the service of spite; and, like all true artistry, it exalts its purpose.

Sweet.

His larger point though is to exposed the naivete and history-illiteracy of some of our most delusional ideological opponets around the internets; those whose chins tremble when some wild-eyed lefty types a few ripe expressions of derision and hits the "publish" button. They act as though our political culture has been a portrait of civility, but that ever since George W Bush invented the internet, the left can do nothing but sputter and throw linguistic feces from our cages.