Friends 'n' neighbors, a crack team of diligent researchers and writers kept awake around the clock by intravenous infusions of Code Red Mountain Dew could not adequately chronicle the heaving incoherence that erupts from the spastic colon of the conservablogs. Ed at Gin and Tacos sums it up pretty well.
This is true not only of Underoos' ridonkulous bidness model in particular, but the content model of most of their participants in general. I just lost the stomach for it years ago -- the tone-deaf intellectual dishonesty; the full-throated tautologies; the tedious logrolling; the obnoxiously bold assertions, either very quietly retracted or (more often) completely ignored when shown to be erroneous or false; the inept rubber-glue reactionism to even the most simple and indisputable of points. The same hysterical, convoluted, conflated talking points, turning on a dime to suit the shifting sands of the daily outrage.
Almost invariably it adds up to piss-poor reasoning and debating skills, frequently made more intolerable by incompetent writing. I find it difficult enough to endure poor writing with people I essentially agree with; it's incomprehensible to me to sit through the ritual abuse of an electronic feces-chucking lower primate, unencumbered by the conventional constraints of mechanics and logic. Who needs it?
The first time around they're funny, because you figure they gotta be fuckin' with you, that no sentient being could fail to see the inherent ridiculousness of the clowns and reprobates who present their filthy arguments as responsible government, or jive-ass mascots such as
They're interesting primarily from a sociological perspective, an object lesson in what end-stage societal decay can culminate in -- people with the time not only to lie to themselves and each other, but to evangelize their nonsense at unsuspecting passersby.