I'm no fan of personal attacks based on an opponent's appearance.(Lynne Cheney notwithstanding) Maureen Dowd's analysis of Al Gore's flirtation with earth tones, while she ignored Bush's $3,000.00 hand made suits, never did much for me.
So imagining Michelle Malkin as the quintessential wallflower, the celebrant at a Sweet Sixteen party where no one has asked her to dance, gives me no joy. But it is the only metaphor that begins to suggest the degree of disappointment she feels that the U.S. has not been attacked again by "Islamofascists." As desperately as she wished for someone to dance with her before 11:00 on the night of her party, she yearns for a repeat of 9/11. Or if not a full repeat, at least an echo to remind her of her past joy, her injury, her raison d'etre.
Today she thought she heard that echo from the Luxor Hotel in Las Vegas. A bomb did go off, one that was quite quickly proven to be unrelated to terrorism. But it opened the floodgates for Michelle, who went on to reminisce about when the FBI released "terror casing videos of the Luxor Hotel ... in 2004," as well as the inexplicable confluence of killers in Vegas just before 9/11, terrorists who went on to kill that day.
Michelle wants an attack more than she wanted that first dance.
(h/t the everuseful memeorandum)
(It also excited big time gambler, K-Lo.)