Editorial Update: Old Moonbats never die. They just fade away. But it takes WAY too long!

I don't consider whistle-stop events on a book-tour to be entertaining enough to note. I'm sorry, but just having Cindy show up at a church, school or bookstore and deliver her standard presentation, inevitably followed by the hawking of her latest tome (such as it is), lacks entertainment value. Cindy was always about money and fame. The fame, or infamy, is fading fast and now it's all about selling the book.

She has exhausted her reportoire of wacky, goofy statements and bizarre gyrations. She's admited that she daydreams of traveling back in time to murder the infant President Bush in his crib. She announced that she intends to move from Berkeley to Crawford, Texas, and live in a tree, getting her electricty from bio-desiel generators donated by Wacky Willie Nelson. She buried her uterus in the dirt of her five acres in Texas. She embraced Hugo Chavez, who says President Bush, not Saddam Hussien, should be tried and executed for crimes against humanity source. Cindy even "fasted" on milk shakes and fruit smoothies. There's just nothing left for her to say or do that's good for a chuckle, much less a genuine guffaw.

Her most recent public appearance demonstrates beyond and reasonable doubt that she has become as irrelevant as a Gregorian chant at a rock festival. On November 8, Cindy apparently heard rumors that there were press photographers gathered at the gates of the White House, presumably sent there in hopes of getting pictures of important people leaving and entering the residence of the President of the United States. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Cindy gathered all available whackos and CodeOink members and headed to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. This was the site of most of Crazy Cindy's previous arrests, so it was a familiar venue and she could be sure of a photo-op as she was led away in handcuffs. The massive crowd supporting her consisted of 50 or so headcases that formed a crowd which stretched for, uh, at least twenty feet, maybe even twenty-five feet (when they weren't huddled together for warmth in the bitter cold that is the hallmark of November in Washington, DC). As usual, Cindy had a bundle of papers which she claimed was a petition signed by 80,000 people. As usual, she thrust it at the guards through the bars of the gates. While the guards were checking with their superiors as to whether to accept the "document" or not, Sheehan grew tired of waiting (after 15 minutes), and the pages of the petition were passed out among the lesser moonbats stuffed the papers through the bars of the fence. The wind blew the papers all over the neatly manicured lawn, including the spot where Joh F'ing Kerry DIDN'T toss his medals over that same White House fence on April 23, 1971, (try it yourself here). Sheehan and the rabble then left, but she and a handful of others returned later in the day and where arrested for blocking the White House gates. If at first you don't get hauled away in a paddy wagon, try, try again.

See what I mean? What in the Hell is newsworthy about THAT? Moonbat shows up at White House with bundled of papers. Moonbat creates disturbance and denounces President of the United States. Moonbat gets arrested and hauled away to jail.

And THAT, boys and girls, is why I haven't been posting.

Now if Crazy Cindy Sheehan does something REALLY unusual, like maybe getting an actual job, sending care packages to the troops serving in the field, joining the Freedom Riders to help ensure that families of fallen soldiers can bury their dead and grieve in peace...or anything else that is productive and advances the cause of Democracy and Western civilization, I will be sure to mention it here. But until then...