Comic-book illustrator and noir-style film director Frank Miller has dug himself a grave and is now lying flat in the mud and waiting for the dirt. I always thought Miller was an aesthetic lightweight and a sleazy masturbatory noir fetishist, but now that he’s shown himself to be a Merle Haggard-style reactionary in terms of his views on the Occupy movement, he’s a dead man.

Frank Miller

The statement that has finished Miller off is contained in a week-old (11.7) posting on his personal blog. (Thanks to TheWrap‘s Lew Harris for passing it along.] He states that “al-Qaeda and Islamicism must be getting a dark chuckle, if not an outright horselaugh, out of [the] vain, childish, self-destructive spectacle” that is, in Miller’s view, the Occupy movement. Is everyone clear on that? The Occupy-ers are giving aid and comfort to Islamic terrorists.

And I love the intellectual eruditon contained in Miller’s statement that the Occupy protests can’t be called a movement “unless the word ‘bowel’ is attached.”

The man is an idiot. A snarling, bearded, fedora-wearing, front-porch primitive. Case closed.

“Everybody’s been too damn polite about this nonsense,” Miller’s 11.7 post began.

“The Occupy movement, whether displaying itself on Wall Street or in the streets of Oakland (which has, with unspeakable cowardice, embraced it) is anything but an exercise of our blessed First Amendment. Occupy is nothing but a pack of louts, thieves, and rapists, an unruly mob, fed by Woodstock-era nostalgia and putrid false righteousness. These clowns can do nothing but harm America.

“Occupy is nothing short of a clumsy, poorly-expressed attempt at anarchy, to the extent that the ‘movement’ — HAH! Some movement, except if the word ‘bowel’ is attached — is anything more than an ugly fashion statement by a bunch of iPhone and iPad-wielding spoiled brats who should stop getting in the way of working people and find jobs for themselves.

“This is no popular uprising. This is garbage. And goodness knows they’re spewing their garbage – both politically and physically – every which way they can find.

“Wake up, pond scum. America is at war against a ruthless enemy.

“Maybe, between bouts of self-pity and all the other tasty tidbits of narcissism you’ve been served up in your sheltered, comfy little worlds, you’ve heard terms like al-Qaeda and Islamicism.

“And this enemy of mine — not of yours, apparently — must be getting a dark chuckle, if not an outright horselaugh — out of your vain, childish, self-destructive spectacle.

“In the name of decency, go home to your parents, you losers. Go back to your mommas’ basements and play with your Lords Of Warcraft. Or better yet, enlist for the real thing. Maybe our military could whip some of you into shape.

“They might not let you babies keep your iPhones, though. Try to soldier on.

“Schmucks.

“FM”