Max Blumenthal is a wholly inconsequential individual whose sole claim to fame is being Sid Blumenthal’s boy. Like his dad, Max has gone into the business of inept Democrat hackery.

I’d generally not worry about something someone riding daddy’s coattails has done except this is a great lesson in the extent to which leftists will go to play the race card.

In this episode, the leftists, led by boy Blumenthal, are claiming Sarah Palin wrote her book, Going Rogue, with a diehard, unapologetic racist. Blumenthal paints Lynn Vincent, the lady who helped Palin with her book, racist through her association with Robert Stacey McCain. Blumenthal goes through extraordinary lengths to misreport, misconstrue, and mischaracterize McCain’s views on race to paint him a racist so Blumenthal can then jump over to Vincent to tar and feather her with McCain’s views Blumenthal made up out of thin air. (You follow all that? It’s hard to keep up with boy Blumenthal’s sleights of hand)

There’s just one problem beyond all the other problems with Sid’s kid’s made up crapola . As Ben Smith at the Politico notes, Lynn Vincent is anything but a racist.

The pastor of the San Diego megachurch Vincent attends (with Carrie Prejean, natch) is black. She’s also spent most of the last few years on a pair of inspirational books about, basically, racial reconciliation in the friendship between a rich white art dealer and a homeless black drifter, the first of them a Times bestseller. More broadly, she hails from a (large) stream of Evangelicalism that puts racial reconciliation very high on the agenda.

Try again.

So says Andrew Malcolm, and if true, that is probably the funniest thing that I’ve read all day*. But what Going Rogue: An American Life will have is this:

e) She settles scores with some of those brave McCain folks who as genuine teammates in battle anonymously leaked unhelpful things about her to journalists during the campaign. Ms. P helpfully provides their names.

Andrew’s one of the few mainstream journalists who cares about the Wasilla Church Burning**, so I think that we can safely assume that he’s enjoying the prospect of names being named, too.

Moe Lane

*The joke in DC is that the first thing that anybody in this town does when they see a new political memoir is out is to flip to the back and look him or herself up. Not going to happen on this one, which is perhaps cruel of the former Governor.

**Eleven months, at this point. And no, I don’t enjoy bringing this topic up: while I enjoy hate mail as much as the next person, the kind that I get when I mention this issue typically smells bad. The kind of smell you associate with public restrooms in major metropolitan train stations.

Crossposted to Moe Lane.