Both Marcotte and McEwan profess remorse, not over what they've published, but that their previous writing wasn't taken in the vein it was intended, namely satire, lampoon, etc. Just so you can judge for yourself, here's one sample of Marcotte's writing following the death of Supreme Court Chief Justice William Rehnquist (content warning-unedited):
Rehnquist died. He was no crusader for decency or anything, but nor was he a person whose ideology overruled his decisions. Those days for the Supreme Court are over. BushCo has a new appointment and can also choose the new Chief Justice.As if that wasn't bad enough, here's a response she posted to a commenter on the article:
Summary: We are fucked.
Choice is gone. And as soon as Roe v. Wade is overturned, states will start outlawing contraception, and eventually the ideologically run court will find that there’s no right to privacy, period, and contraception protection will be gone.
The only thing I can say now is that people who have enough children or don’t want any at all–get sterilized while you still can. As for those who want children, just not now….well, I don’t know. If you use condoms, stock up on EC now. If you use the pill, start exploring Canadian options.
One thing I vow here and now–you motherfuckers who want to ban birth control will never sleep. I will fuck without making children day in and out and you will know it and you won’t be able to stop it. Toss and turn, you mean, jealous motherfuckers. I’m not going to be “punished” with babies. Which makes all your efforts a failure. Some non-procreating women escaped. So give up now. You’ll never catch all of us. Give up now.
I’m not an idiot. I’m a twat. Get it straight.Marcotte takes issue with the Catholic Church for one of the same reasons I do, namely their persistent, irrational opposition not just to abortion but to any means of birth control besides the rhythm method. But this sort of deranged, psychotic frothing at the mouth doesn't exactly bring credit to her cause. On the other hand, it's an effective argument that Marcotte's mother should have considered abortion as an option.
I’m a hot, moist, inviting twat. Warm, wet, inviting. But not to you or your friends. Even if I were single, these nubile thighs do not wrap around the hips of Republicans. You can fuck yourselves or the dry twats of the self-hating misogynists who will allow you tiny penis to penetrate them. Have fun! Um, the wounds you get from rubbing you un-lubricated dick repeatedly into your heartless, soulless woman–iodine is your best friend, my be-scarred friend.
John Edwards has made his first serious campaign mistake. If he thinks his opponents won't be trotting out gems like these as well as the many others posted by Marcotte and McEwan, he's sorely misjudged his opposition.
Even after being presented with his chosen bloggers' true colors, he's made a conscious decision to stick with them. After reading the poison they spew, what do you think that says about John Edwards?