Slant/Point pointed me to sharp as a marble, where you can get your own, actual, Gore-inspired digital brownshirt.

It seems that there are other competing images out there as well, for example this one at Jessica's Well.

And it's not just images: Avoca Pundit has uncovered the digital brown shirt underground.

In case you have no idea what a "digital brown shirt" is, it's a (what else?) Nazi Reference of the type that the left is so fond of making when attacking their political opponents. Is it just me or does this constant likening of anything that they disagree with to Hitler trivialize the unspeakable horror and very real suffering of the Second World War?

So Bush is Hitler. Anyone who disagrees with the Dummocrats is a Nazi. Anyone who is sick and tired of hearing their constant whining and tells them to shut the hell up is a Fascist. Now bloggers that have dissenting opinions are "Brown Shirts."

You know, when the Allies liberated my grandmother from a Nazi death camp she weighed about 80 pounds. She spent the next 5 years living in a relocation camp waiting for the opportunity to come to America. In case you don't know what a relocation camp looks like, think of a dirt-filled shanty town with sheets as doors and communal showers, only even worse. Believe me, I've seen pictures. I've also seen pictures that she'd taken in the aftermath of the war - piles of bones, piles of bodies, piles of teeth, 20 feet high. She keeps the picture book in a plastic bag buried in her backyard. I guess that she doesn't want to get rid of it, but she also doesnt want to keep it. Does that make any sense to you?

It doesn't make much sense to me; but then I know that I can't fully understand it, because I didn't live through it. I wasn't taken from my parents when I was in 7th grade, never to see them again. The last image that I have of my mother isn't a Nazi guard kicking her in the face when she tried to get close enough to the flatbed truck to say goodbye to me. I didn't endure years of hell on earth through which I was starved and beaten, forced to work like a slave, and had god-only-knows-what-else happen to me.

And you know, despite all of that happening to her, my grandmother stayed there after the War, by choice, for five long years, living in abject poverty, waiting for a chance to come to America. She recently told me that she and my grandfather could have gone to Canada two years earlier, but they held out for America. She said that it didn't matter how long it took, they would have waited forever, just to come to America.

I am not sure exactly what it was that made the "idea" of America worth that extra two years of suffering, but I think that I have an inkling.

One thing that I am sure of, though, is that it wasn't because she wanted to hear useless idiots like Al Gore and Michael Moore compare the situation in the most free, most prosperous, most opportunity-laden nation in the history of the world to that of Nazi Germany, circa 1945.