Must go viral from Iowahawk:

Update: G.M. writes:

“I just am so mad about this media anal exam they’re giving this guy that I made a graphic…if you like it you can use it or post it for download to get people showing solidarity.”

Many thanks.

You can download the full size original of G.M.’s graphic here.

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UPDATE Michelle on Fox about Joe and the powers to be.  I DON”T hear the liberals crying about invasion of privacy, do you??:

Cheryl Schimming, a permit specialist for the Lucas County Building Regulations Department, which licenses plumbers, confirmed that Wurzelbacher does not have a license but that [his boss, Al] Newell does hold an Ohio license. But Wurzelbacher told reporters, and Schimming agreed, that because he works for a licensed plumber, he is not required to have one.

The Toledo department of building inspection says otherwise, which I guess means he’s okay to practice county-wide but not within the city limits. Sic ‘im, media! Exit quotation: “He’s not ‘unlicensed.’ He’s ‘undocumented.’”

The character assassination Joe the plumber is receiving will rival or surpass what they’ve done to Palin.

He must pay, because he scares them. Meanwhile, they do not bother to report that Obama, POTUS candidate was a member of the radical ACORN political bloc, the New Party.

Oh, but he won’t be a plumber for long. Thanks to Team O, Toledo is going to make sure that the apprentice will NOT be able to work. OOPS…wrong, Toledo officials.

IMPORTANT NOTE:  Larry Johnson at No Quarter has an important message.

Let’s assume he did mislead investigators about his involvement. Why were partisan investigators at the DoJ investigating him and asking him questions at all?

A staff person with the Toledo Division of Building Inspection told On Call this afternoon that her division will contact Wurzelbacher to notify him that he can’t work without a license.

“We’re trying to track him down,” she said.

Also revealed: His boss’s business probably doesn’t bring in anywhere near $250,000 a year so he should stop dreaming about turning it into one that does and what that might mean for his taxes. Which should be easy enough; he’ll probably be out of work soon anyway. Should have known better than to ask a media darling a tough question before your affairs were in order, Joe. Exit question: The law’s the law and it is, after all, his own fault for not having the papers he needs. If, say, an illegal alien had asked McCain a tough question and some righty media source responded by bringing his status to light, would the left feel the same way?

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They want to discredit the man who only asked the question as if he’s some political operative who magically forced Obama to sound … well, a little like a Marxist.  Why?  They want to distract people from Obama’s answer by sliming the man Obama picked at random to ask a question.

Joe Wurzelbacher asked a question.

He stood on a rope line, and Obama picked him to ask it.  The Tanning-Bed Media seems to feel that they have a duty to expose every last part of Wurzelbacher’s life, but that asking Obama to explain his political partnerships with Tony Rezko and William Ayers, and his long friendship and financial support of rabid demagogues Jeremiah Wright and Michael Pfleger, are not just out of bounds but downright racist.

So what have we learned from this episode?

  1. Thou shalt not offend The One by asking him a question.  Of any kind.
  2. Anyone who questions The One will have to undergo a public pillorying of a kind unseen since the Red Scare, or perhaps the Inquisition.
  3. The Tanning-Bed Media will happily participate in any inquisition, as long as it keeps them from investigating irrelevant issues like Obama’s ties to the Chicago Machine, William Ayers, ACORN, or his record on protecting infanticide.

Don’t ask questions. Don’t check the records of people running for political office, but do check the records of those who dare violate Rule #1.  No dissent will be tolerated.  Our political and media masters have spoken.

I only ask one favor of the Left and the media: please keep this story alive for another three weeks.  I can’t wait to read Michelle’s column tomorrow.

just like Iowahawk’s plumber in Sink Traps of Shame:

I felt them… her animal eyes, hungrily caressing my can-canyon, which I suddenly realized had become half-exposed from crouching.

All of my training – the apprenticeships, the faucet seminars, the flap valve colloquia — had not prepared me for this moment. I was paralyzed, vulnerable, my bootycleft quivering before to her piercing glare. Sobbing and sickened, I ran to the bathroom, and began convulsively vomiting into her American Standard EF-6 Al Gore Signature low flow.

But she was not quite done with me. As I continued retching, I hear a strange whirring sound… the sound of a camcorder. It was true. While my confused head was desperately searching for answers in a porcelain bowl, my half-naked moongap was starring in this grotesque woman’s newest “home movie.”

To this day I don’t know how I got out of her apartment. Psychologists tell us the mind sometimes represses horrid memories, especially with the help of Keystone Light. If only I could repress it completely.

I tried to escape the truth like I escaped that apartment. I told the tale often at the Pipefitters Union Hall, where I lead a weekly consciousness raising workshop for young plumbers.