January 19, 2005 - January 12, 2005
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
"I am Weary of Days and Hours," Sen. John Kerry
At one point last night, we thought Sen. Kerry was just going to stop his questions, hang his head in his hands,
and just start crying, "Sweet Jesus, I just wanted to be President -- why? why? why?" And, his aides would
help him back to his office and Ms Rice would smilingly look around the room for her next question.
It didn't happen, but we think we got close when Ms Rice explained to the Senator that N. Korea was unlike Iraq,
"Because, Senator, despite the problems with North Korea, it's actually not sitting in the middle of the Middle
East (see see
transcript)." Also, N. Korea? No oil. Sen. Kerry noticeably stammered at that exchange and it was right
about there we thought we were going to see the tears.
Anyway, the strain must be immense as Sen. Kerry's bitter defeat in the Presidential race has him stumbling through hastily
prepared notes and articles from the New Yorker by Sy Hersch instead of picking out a brand new
Fleetwood Mac song for his inauguration party -- a really good one to which he and Teresa and John and Elizabeth
Edwards could all wildly dance. Wow. It showed.
Ms Rice looked like she could continue for another ten hours while Sen. Kerry looked like all he could do is
get home, check on how the on-line petition was
going, and go to bed.
UPDATE: Instalanche underway -- thanks Glenn and welcome to InstaPundit visitors -- take a look around.
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Like a Friendly Uncle
We read the following at InstaPundit yesterday:
RATHERGATE UPDATE: The New York Times looks at the locked PDF file question. Meanwhile, John Podhoretz looks at the missing political bias, and Bill Kristol notes that quite a few unanswered questions remain.
We followed the link off of "Bill Kristol notes that quite a few unanswered questions remain," which led --
HERE. And, we thought
Bill Kristol and friends were doing a bit more than noting quite a few unanswered questions. Not to quibble with
our BlogFather, but Kristol is actually asking for answers and that they be submitted by the blogosphere (there's
that word again).
Significant because it represents a definite moment of recognition of bloggers and their potential to get
to the bottom of a live news story using what our friends at It's All Semantics call
micro-employment. The dragnet is out and every
researcher-wanna-be has just been given an offer by a fairly respectable source -- bring me the stuff. So, if you
find yourself with an itching desire to get to the bottom of something, this is your chance.
It's You They Trust
A stimulating tonic for all the love that will be in the air this inaugural week courtesy of The
Ludwig von Mises Institute. Any citation of John C. Calhoun just cannot be ignored by us.
Monday, January 17, 2005
What is the Matter with Italians?
We get up early around here, but this morning, we got a very early morning telephone call from our
correspondent, S. He was winded, as if he had run quite a distance, and was screaming into his cell phone
for all of us to hear over the speakerphone.
And all the words were not fit for print, but you'll get the idea. We could hear the wind and the sound
of his over-worked vintage Dodge V-8 as he screamed something about having to go and he wouldn't be around
for awhile. From what we could piece together, he had piled up enough on the Colts to get even for the first
three losers -- especially the Vikings, where he went particularly heavy -- and get something nice when
That last bet cost him the rest of his credit with the bookie so he had to go to Mr. Big-something and
evidently promised to him something that he wasn't prepared to give him this morning. Anyway, he blamed
us for giving him the idea that he could let everyone else see what he was doing without having it
effect his karma and for us to tell InstaPunk he wasn't *%#@ing backpedaling on Friday,
just updating the line -- which he said he would do on Monday and
he didn't think it would be all that hard to say, "You're wrong," after the games are played. And, "accountability,"
in his business might involve eating something, but it didn't have anything to do with crow.
Then, the line went dead and we all just sat here for a minute and stared at each other. What had we done?
As many of you know, we do not pay our correspondents much of anything. So, when their writing causes them
considerable risk of loss and personal injury, we feel it a bit deeper than most organizations involved in
what we do. We wish S the best. We'll see if we can't get someone to cover the last three NFL games for us and,
No, we do not know what S looks like, where he lives, where he is going, or even his real name . . . Good
Luck, S -- it sound's like you're going to need it.
Speaking of being on the lam . . . Hammorabi is reporting that Zarqawi
has been arrested. We also found THIS if
it matters. Don't know if any of this is true, but let's hope so.
Sunday, January 16, 2005
MORE: The Best
Decisions are Made by Very Large Groups of Average People
More grist for the Iraqi mill started in our Friday post. If the large
group is going to make a good decision, it might be good if the large group heard all the perspectives . . . to
that end we offer additional reading -- HERE.
Additionally, Professor Bainbridge
throws in more reading assignments.
Also, speaking of being informed, Blogs of War is launching a new News Service --
Take Back the News. Mentioned here for your information and edification.
Eagles fail to be rusty
McNabb and the Eagles eclipsed Randy
Moss's moon on Sunday.
. Last week,
our sports correspondent $
offered the following confident appraisal
of the NFL divisional playoffs:
I've got to take the points in all of
these games except the Steelers. I don't think the Jets are going to
have too much fun in Pittsburgh and I don't see them making use of the
9 points. The Eagles may walk away victors, but they'll be happy with a
7 point margin so the Vikings with 9.5 looks like the bet of the week.
As our resident doctor of the point spread says, "They're givin' it
away." The "it" being, of course, money.
It's courageous to make predictions, but it's also important to be
accountable (despite any subsequent backpedaling).
InstaPunk therefore calls upon $ to come forward and eat a
tidy little dish of crow. The invincible Steelers looked like lucky
chumps on Saturday, and the Eagles frittered away several golden
opportunities and still thumped the Vikings by 13 points. What do you
HINT: A brave, correct prediction about next week would entirely
wipe away the ignominy of last week. No
one knows for sure whether the Eagles will show up next week or
repeat their dismal absentee performances of the last three NFC
championships. We could all use some guidance on this...
Saturday, January 15, 2005
It's Perfectly Okay for
Us to Rant and Rave and Carry On
Wow-wee! Who knew? Gee Kos is in big
trouble -- does he care? It doesn't seem
like it -- of course there is the requisite amount of the dropping of the F and
other pornications to let us know he is all that. Man, if we could all get paid $XX,XXX a month
to be so cool.
Hugh Hewitt is attempting to get the Koster to come clean.
Good luck Hugh, but get yourself a copy of The Boomer
Bible and you will know just why Gee Kos is fine -- just the way he is -- So There.
Friday, January 14, 2005
Decisions are Made by Very Large Groups of Average People
American Digest is rubbing our noses in this topic and our own Mars
has been beating the War Drums for us all to get serious about this War and define and achieve Victory. This topic
requires a lot of thought and a lot of reading, so we thought we'd give you a head start while we noodle this
Take a look at RULES? IN A KNIFE FIGHT?. Vanderleun
expounds upon the phrase, "unconditional victory over Islamic Totalitarianism." Bracing, indeed. What Norman
Podhoretz calls a Superhawk in his follow-up piece to World
War IV entitled, "The War Against
World War IV. If you haven't read both of these, you should while forming your own conclusion. And, get
yourself a look at Pat Buchanan's, Where
the Right Went Wrong for the other side of all this. Both Podoretz and Buchanan name names and will no
doubt lead you into other perspectives -- oh yeah, they really don't seem to like each other all that much either.
After considering just what rules we could expect to set in a knife fight we're all closer to Superhawks right now.
Especially after recently having acquired a Ka-Bar and learning that a fight between two well-trained knife fighters
lasts between four and seven seconds and ends with one combatant going to the hospital and the other going
to the morgue.
But don't worry, we don't
command any men or weapon systems and we're still thinking . . . but feel free to let us know what you're
UPDATE: Football - a great high school and college game
Here's the latest lines for the weekend. Looks like the Vikings sale is over from Monday.
According to SportsBook.com:
JAN 15, 4:30 ET (CBS)
JAN 15, 8:00 ET (FOX)
Lincoln Financial Field
JAN 16, 1:00 ET (FOX)
JAN 16, 4:30 ET (CBS)
Good luck to you all.
Thursday, January 13, 2005
For the Kids
How could we have missed this? Oh, yeah, we remember . . .
Last fall, Bill O'Reilly released, The
O'Reilly Factor for Kids (sorry, we don't have that 'Kids' font that make 'Kids' everywhere
perk right up and say, "Let me have some of that!"). Although we've requested a review copy of the book
on a number of occasions, none has been provided, so we're forced to provide you with the following
list of reviews:
Patriot Boy and Friends
We'd like to read this, but we're loath to pay for the privilege. For us, the cover says it all.
NOTE: We understand the link from the book cover graphic may not take you where you expected, but
it is a much better use of your money and a much better use of your kids' reading time.
O How Beautiful is a Generous Spirit
Wally Bangs is considering a name-change for Soulfish Stew. We'd like to say, "Thanks,"
for the kind words and the link. Good luck, Wally.
The Jester With No Name
QUOTES OF THE DAY
people have cool stuff to say every day, and sometimes we like to pause
and give them a moment of recognition. Today we're happy to share this
gem from Clint Eastwood, who spoke at some
or other where Michael Moore was also in attendance:
"Michael Moore and I actually
have a lot in common - we both appreciate living in a country where
there's free expression," Eastwood told the star-dotted crowd attending
the National Board of Review awards dinner at Tavern on the Green,
where Eastwood picked up a Special Filmmaking Achievement prize for
"Million Dollar Baby."
Then, the Republican-leaning
actor/director advised the lefty filmmaker: "But, Michael, if you ever
show up at my front door with a camera - I'll kill you."
The audience erupted in laughter, and
Eastwood grinned dangerously.
"I mean it," he added.
It made our day, anyway.
At the other end of the political spectrum, Maureen Dowd seems to
have run out of good humor altogether if today's column is at all
indicative. A spicy sample:
In all those great Tracy/Hepburn movies
more than a half-century ago, it was the snap and crackle of a romance
between equals that was so exciting. Moviemakers these days seem far
more interested in the soothing aura of romances between unequals.
In James Brooks's "Spanglish," Adam
Sandler, as a Los Angeles chef, falls for his hot Mexican maid. The
maid, who cleans up after Mr. Sandler without being able to speak
English, is presented as the ideal woman. The wife, played by
Téa Leoni, is repellent: a jangly, yakking, overachieving,
overexercised, unfaithful, shallow she-monster who has just lost her
job with a commercial design firm. Picture Faye Dunaway in "Network" if
she'd had to stay home, or Glenn Close in "Fatal Attraction" without
The same attraction of unequals animated
Richard Curtis's "Love Actually," a 2003 holiday hit. The witty and
sophisticated British prime minister, played by Hugh Grant, falls for
the chubby girl who wheels the tea and scones into his office. A
businessman married to the substantial Emma Thompson falls for his
sultry secretary. A writer falls for his maid, who speaks only
(I wonder if the trend in making maids
who don't speak English heroines is related to the trend of guys who
like to watch Kelly Ripa in the morning with the sound turned off?)
Art is imitating life, turning women who
seek equality into selfish narcissists and objects of rejection, rather
thing. I didn't know it was equality women like Maureen were
seeking. I thought it was something else, maybe something like, well,
you know, control. I'm sure
she'd hasten to say I'm dead wrong about that, but the funny thing is,
I got the idea from actually talking to a whole bunch of women like
Maureen. Maybe they were just in a bad mood at the time(s).
It reminds me of a joke I heard today. It was attributed to an
"unknown man, probably deceased." You'll see why. It goes like this:
Q: Why do they call it PMS?
A: Because Mad Cow Disease was already taken.
Get that look off your face. I
didn't say it. It's a quote,
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Your Mother with that Mouth?
Wow. Michelle Malkin gets blasted via email
in very horrific ways. You might just want to drop her a line and say something nice -- email
her now. We're just a bunch of angry Celts, but we think Ms Malkin does a fine job -- writing. And, let's
just hope the punks don't find out where these deviants live.
UPDATE: Michelle Malkin says, "Thanks."
The Hillary Wing
President Bartlet and company looking
forward to the second coming of Hillary.
PUTTING THE WOMEN IN
. If you haven't been paying attention to the West Wing (and
according to the Nielsen's you haven't), it's time to take another
look. The venerable propaganda arm of the Democratic Party has, in the
wake of George W. Bush's astounding victory, finally lost its marbles
altogether. A veritable tsunami of estrogen has swept through the show,
flattening the White House landscape to a featureless expanse of
tedious female monologues. President Bartlet, never more than 'cute' as
a male role model, has been subjected by the writers to an attack of MS
that leaves him so emasculated he can't even put on his short little trousers unaided. His
aggressively masculine chief of staff has suffered a heart attack that
reduces his role to an occasional walk-on. The feminist hordes who pen
the scripts replaced him not with the deputy chief of staff or the
communications director who got Bartlet elected (and reelected) in the first place, but
with the tall female geek who spent the first 10 years of the Bartlet
administration in the position of press secretary. Never heard of a
press secretary becoming the president's chief of staff? That's because
you don't watch the West Wing. Get busy. When you do, you'll find that
the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, John Amos, who was once the
sole figure in the administration who had anything to do with foreign
policy, has been killed off in a terrorist bombing in the mideast. Now
the only remaining authority on non-domestic matters is the National
Security Adviser, a reasonably comely Lesbian who seems drop-dead
gorgeous compared to the new press secretary, a three-foot-six-inch
troll who sounds like she's been huffing helium in the ladies john. The
other blond in the series, Donna, who used to answer the phone and make
simple things complicated for Deputy COS Josh, has accepted an
important position (of course) in the idiot vice president's campaign
for the oval office, leaving her erstwhile boss with nothing to do but
cower in fear of the huge black woman sent to replace his gofer by the temp
agency. Meanwhile, the First Lady -- curiously back in physician
harness as Jed's doctor-in-chief -- appears to be warming up for a turn as
Mrs. Wilson, who ran the country (into the ground) as de facto
president after Woodrow lost his mind early in his second term.
Clearly. the West Wing crew just can't wait for the day when Hillary
takes office in 2009 and flushes all those nasty old white men out of
our hair with a gush of menopausal wisdom. Maybe it's what we need (or
not), but it sure does make for boring television. One more five-minute
soliloquy by C.J. about how hard it is to be a female press
secretary turned chief of staff, and I'm going to defect to Desperate
White Housewives, or whatever they call that show with the not naked
enough older women. So there.
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