Archive for July 31st, 2008

July 31, 2008

Gallup: Obama 45%, McCain 44%

Holy freaking kamoley — Obama’s lead has slipped by 8 points since Sunday! Just wait until the MSM backseat drivers see this. I can see the headlines already:

HOPE (1961-2008) R.I.P

Getting hard to stay in the No-Gloat Zone.

Will update as further gloating develops ….

UPDATE: I’ll let Allah do the gloating for me:

The usual caveat that it’s still too early to read much into any of these still applies, but surely they mean something given (a) the sky-high expectations for Obamamania coming out of the primary, (b) the Democrats’ huge generic advantage this year, (c) the fact that Republicans traditionally trail by a decent margin at this point in the campaign, and (d) most bizarrely, the conventional wisdom that McCain’s had an exceedingly crappy 10 days or so of campaigning.

Folks, excuse my self-congratulatory glee, but I called this one from Day One:

Have a laugh with Dave Letterman:

That’s TV: Total Vindication!

July 31, 2008

‘This big honking zephyr of lies’

Thus does my longtime blog buddy Joe describe St. Hopey:

Clinton had to deal with his bimbo eruptions . . . but Obama’s achilles heel is even more in the theme of classic tragedy: HE himself is the bimbo, the nitwit, the increasingly obvious fraud. . . .
It is not even August, and the mainstream media is tanking and desperately hungry, and they can only hate McCain a little bit, and the Obama campaign is this big honking zephyr of lies.

(Zephyr = west wind, i.e., hot air.) I’ve been doing a lot of back-and-forth, both blogwise and via e-mail, with reporters and commentators who concluded sometime in February that Obama is unbeatable.

Well, nobody is unbeatable, and my annoyance at this Conventional Wisdom has been growing ever since March, when I first went to cover Hillary in Pennsylvania and saw firsthand the “when-is-she-going-to-quit” attitude of the elite media. Here she was, basking in the cheers and applause of more than 1,000 enthusiastic supporters, and the “traveling press” was just waiting for the post-rally “availability” when they could ask her that all-important question: “Hey, you bitter old loser, why don’t you pack it in and go back to your coven?” (I exaggerate their phrasing only slightly, and exaggerate their attitude not at all.)

The elite MSM geniuses brought this arrogant know-it-all attitude with them into the general election campaign. They know the outcome already, they’ve already composed in their minds the “Triumph of Hope” ledes they’ll file as soon as the polls close on Nov. 4, and they’re getting angry and peevish because John McCain and the GOP won’t roll over and play dead.

Ah, but Joe senses the Newtonian equal-and-opposite effect. The MSM geniuses are about to start getting angry at Obama for not living up to their imagined scenarios of how he’d crush those evil Republicans like so many grapes beneath the feet of a Sicilian vintner’s daughter.

If Obama starts sliding in the polls, he’s going to be like a guy at the steering wheel of a vanload of backseat drivers, with the MSM geniuses endlessly second-guessing his every move, and the likes of Keith Olbermann and David Gregory wondering aloud what the hell is wrong with his campaign. There is nothing more beautiful to behold than the sight of Conventional Wisdom crumbling at it’s first collision with reality.
UPDATE: The grumbling from the MSM’s backseat drivers has already begun.
July 31, 2008

NRO on Authors Against Obama

Jim Geraghty of National Review Online’s Campaign Spot takes notice:

It’s an old point about Obama’s early life experience, but when I read about the formation of the book Dreams From My Father, a thought or two similar to Robert Stacy McCain’s ran across my mind.

Obama was a 28-year-old student with very little track record as a writer when he got a sweetheart book deal in 1990, a revelation that automatically provokes a “Whiskey Tango Foxtrot” reaction from any actual writer who’s ever experienced the misery of dealing with the book industry.

Ann Richards once famously said of Bush 41 that he “was born on third base and thought he hit a triple.” Yeah? Well, when Obama stepped up to the plate, the ball was on a tee.

Geraghty is welcome to join Authors Against Obama, whose members already include Kirby Wilbur, Phil Kent, Mike Adams, Roger Simon and Doug Giles.

July 31, 2008

‘But we still have hope’

In August 2006, Obama visited his father’s hometown in Kenya, and promised assistance to Senator Obama Kogelo Secondary School — built on land donated by his grandfather and renamed in his honor in 2005. Michelle Malkin updates the narrative with this story from the Evening Standard of London:

After addressing the pupils, a third of whom are orphans, and dancing with them as they sang songs in his honour, he was shown a school with four dilapidated classrooms that lacked even basic resources such as water, sanitation and electricity. . . .
[Principal Yuanita] Obiero was not the only one to think that the US Senator from Illinois, who had recently acquired a $1.65 million house in Chicago, would cough up. Obama’s own grandmother Sarah confidently told reporters before his visit: “When he comes down here, he will change the face of the school and, believe me, our poverty in Kogelo will be a thing of the past.” . . .
Yet there is disappointment and hurt here, too. Granting us access to the school and its records, Principal Obiero, 48, tells us: “Senator Obama has not honoured the promises he gave me when we met in 2006 and in his earlier letter to the school. He has not given us even one shilling. But we still have hope.”

A charity to help fund the school has been set up by conservative blogger Baldilocks, and you can send money online via credit card.

July 31, 2008

Obama Watch

Lisa De Pasquale now has a regular feature at Human Events, Obama Watch:

In Berlin, Obama spoke to 200,000 Germans, giving him the distinct honor of being as popular as the two German bands he followed, but less popular than David Hasselhoff. It’s a shame that German citizens aren’t allowed to vote in American elections, but surely ACORN is working on it.

She also notes that Obama appears to have plagiarized part of his Berlin speech from Bono. You should read the whole thing.

July 31, 2008

Not in the LA Times

Circulation plummeting? Check. Ad revenues declining? Check. Newsroom layoffs? Check. But whatever you do, LA Times, don’t publish the funniest syndicated columnist in America:

To put it another way, it would appear that ambulances aren’t the only things John Edwards has been chasing lately. . . .
Who knew that “my father was a mill worker” could be such a great pickup line? In his defense, Edwards had to do something to kill time between giving $50,000 speeches on poverty. . . .

Just read the whole thing.

July 31, 2008

"I Am Woman, See Me Blog!"

Having done my share to stir up strife and turmoil amongst the distaff side of the Web, I’m now content to let you ladies fight it out:

In this year when a record percentage of people are going online for political coverage, women who want equality on the web — and by that, apparently, they mean getting as many calls from the mainstream media as well as ad revenue from their blogs — might want to consider whether there’s really a glass ceiling, or whether they themselves have shut out a wider, more profitable audience. The internet’s 50 most influential women have figured out something that you, apparently, have not.
Call yourselves “Mommy Bloggers” if you want, organize conferences and “online communities for women,” and attend conferences supposedly about technology but write only about the “hunky” celebrity chef‘s cooking demonstration or the cocktail
But don’t blame over half of the internet — in other words men, as well as women looking for serious news coverage — if they assume you aren’t going to offer anything they’re interested in.
It’s not because you’re a female. It’s because you bore them.

What Katherine Berry is saying is, write about subjects of general interest. If the daily tedium of your humdrum existence is boring to you, what makes you think anyone else would be interested?

But wait a minute, ladies — I feel a rant coming on. Because you know what you people remind me of?

“Writers.” That is to say, the type of pretentious fakes who enjoy thinking of themselves as “writers,” because that’s so much more glamorous and prestigious than having an actual job, even if that actual job might involve … writing.

“Writers” are people who spend more time going to workshops and seminars and conferences than they spend actually … writing.

“Writers” count themselves a success if their poem or short story gets published in some “little magazine” that only exists because its editors are academics who’ve managed to get a bunch of college libraries to subscribe to their literary quarterly, so it has a “circulation” that doesn’t actually circulate, but just sits gathering dust on college library shelves.

“Writers” dream of getting published in Harper’s or something like that, so that their name might one day be listed in the same index as the big-name “writer” who spoke to the break-out session at a “writers conference” they paid $400 to attend in 1997.

“Writers” don’t want to get jobs at newspapers or magazines where (God forbid) they might have to take orders from a boss and do unglamorous stuff they don’t want to do, like go cover a school-board meeting or compile “community calendar” items or do any of the other dull-as-dirt stuff that I did for years at low pay for long hours under miserable conditions while trying to work my way up the ladder in a business that — I don’t know if you’ve noticed this or not — has been in meltdown mode for the past 10 years.

Oh, no — they’re “writers” and they can’t be bothered to do any work that a profit-oriented operation might actually pay them to do. They’d rather sit around bitching and moaning because their latest short story got rejected somewhere, and then go chitchat at another seminar or workshop, just so that when someone asks them what they do, they can have the pleasure of answering, “I’m a writer.”

No, you’re a fraud, is what you are. You’re as phony as that dude at the bar trying to tell me he’s in the CIA and has a blackbelt in the martial arts. “Writers” are the Nigerian scam artists of the literary world.

And pretty much the same thing can be said for people who maintain blogs purely for the pleasure of telling other people they’re “bloggers.” It’s a status hobby, a faux career, the Internet equivalent of “writers” whose greatest accomplishment is to be included in one of those stupid short-story anthologies that nobody ever reads.

You self-styled “women bloggers” are merely the most annoying subset of this variety of online chaff. You think that a pair of ovaries entitles you to some special distinction: Oh, I am a mighty champion of my gender, a crusader for The Sacred Cause of Womanhood!

Whine your way into the pages of the New York Freaking Times, then bitch because you’re not taken seriously enough? It’s a scam, a hustle, a racket — “discrimination” and “inequality” as euphemisms for the “me, my, mine” of a selfishness that refuses to condescend to the fee-for-service arrangements of the workaday world where us mere mortals have to scratch out our livings.

Well, you can’t run that crap on me, sister. Just because you’re a woman phony doesn’t make you any less of a phony, and you cannot compel my respect as if you were entitled to it.
July 31, 2008

Who’s that dude on my radio?

PJM Political on XM Satellite Radio hosted by Ed Driscoll, and featuring VodkaPundit, with Jennifer Rubin, John Nolte and . . . uh, some guy who says “uh” too much (at the 35-minute mark, discussing “The McCain Contraption”).

Thanks, Ed!