Archive for August 10th, 2008

August 10, 2008

Hillary: ‘Talking to myself’

Leaking details of the much-anticipated Atlantic Monthly story about Hillary’s campaign:

Atlantic Senior Editor Joshua Green writes that major decisions during her campaign for the Democratic presidential nomination would be put off for weeks until suddenly Clinton “would erupt, driving her staff to panic and misfire.”
Green reports that on a staff conference call in January where Clinton received “little response” or “silence” to several of her suggestions for how to recover from the Iowa loss and do better in New Hampshire, “Clinton began to grow angry, according to a participant’s notes,” Green recounts. “‘This has been a very instructive call, talking to myself,’ she snapped, and hung up.”

A lesson in organizational dynamics and leadership there. If the boss is a demanding hothead, surrounded by second-raters and sycophants, internal communication becomes dysfunctional. Are you listening, Crazy Cousin John?

August 10, 2008

War in the Caucasus

Gabriel Malor at AOSHQ provides a map and some useful background on the conflict. Recent news (via Memeorandum):

Will continue following developments.

August 10, 2008

Caption contest winner

Forget the jokes. Stranger-than-fiction news:

Bush knuckled off a couple of lobs, but defending gold medalists Misty May-Treanor and Kerri Walsh gave the chief executive some pointers. Then after a good play, in the tradition of female volleyballers, May-Treanor turned, bent over slightly and offered her bikinied rear-end for the 43rd president to slap.
“Mr. President,” she said, “want to?”
Want to has nothing to do with it in public life.

Holy kamoley! I’d seen the photo and thought there must be some explanation, but didn’t realize the girl was actually offering her Olympian butt for a presidential slap!

President Bush deserves a gold medal for restraint. If she’d have posed like that for any other man and said, “Want to?” . . . I mean, never mind what I might have done, can you imagine what Bill Clinton would have done? You’d have needed a crowbar to pry him off that poor girl.

UPDATE: Welcome Instapundit readers. Hmmm. Perhaps a forensic psychologist might speculate on how the president could have refused such an offer.

August 10, 2008

My white trash cousin

Well, that’s what she says, anyway:

I lost my good humor when Hubby came back from the store with plastic sheeting and duct tape. All the bad-mouthing and tssk-ing I’ve done about people with plastic-covered car windows has come back to haunt me. He did it neatly, and everyone says you can hardly tell, but I know what folks are really thinking. I’m finally outed as one of “those” people.
So if you drive by my house and see a washing machine on the lawn or an old hound dog lolling in a tattered easy chair on the front porch, we haven’t moved. I’ve just given in to the inevitable. At least until the glass repairmen get here.

My cousin Pepper, the Georgia newspaper columnist, is the daughter of my beloved Aunt Barbara, who passed away earlier this year. Don’t call us white trash. “Shabby gentility” sounds so much more dignified, doesn’t it?

August 10, 2008

Fading stickers, fading hope

Howie Carr in the Boston Herald:

Now will you moonbats finally peel the Kerry-Edwards bumper stickers off your rusting Volvos and Saabs?
I’ve been telling you people for almost four years now how foolish you look, refusing to scrape off the reminders of yet another doomed Democrat ticket. . . .
But after Friday, how can even a Prozac-swallowing moonbat’s moonbat continue to endure the snickers that a Kerry-Edwards bumper sticker produces everywhere, including on Mass. Ave. in Cambridge?

Thanks to Marilyn Cummings for pointing this out. Carr’s reminder of the role that bitter disappointment plays in moonbat dementia calls to mind something I wrote last month:

After their bitter disappointment over the 2000 Gore-Bush showdown in Florida, and their rage over the “Swiftboating” of Kerry in 2004, Democrats would descend into a state of political apoplexy if the Vast Right Wing Conspiracy snookered them a third time.
You think “Bush Derangement Syndrome” is bad? John McCain might become the first president to face impeachment on Inauguration Day. (Dennis Kucinich could easily whip up a 47-point indictment between Nov. 4 and Jan. 20.)
Granted, there’s no civic virtue in electing a Republican president purely for the pleasure of crushing the hopes of liberals. But wouldn’t it be fun?

The triumph of Spite over Hope — just the sort of mean-spirited fun that makes our conspiracy so vast.

UPDATE: Speaking of moonbats . . .

(Hat tip: Laura.) Just random thinking here: Whatever happened to that “war for oil” we were supposed to be fighting?

August 10, 2008

Will Ann Coulter apologize?

Now that John Edwards (D-Miss Clairol) has admitted having sex with a woman, an inquiring blogger wonders how soon Ann Coulter will retract her previous assertion that Edwards is a “faggot.”

I’m beginning to suspect Ann was on Fred Baron’s payroll, her joke part of the humanitarian Texas lawyer’s elaborate cover-up scheme to conceal Edwards’ stunning betrayal of the closet-homosexual community.

August 10, 2008

Obama plagiarizes Maverick

The previously diplomatic Barack Obama has belatedly decided to emulate John McCain’s bluntness in declaring that Russia has invaded Georgia.

Another gaffe by The One, for which he shall be mercilessly derided in coming days.

August 10, 2008

Jeff Goldstein, genius

That Jeff Goldstein is a genius is as irrefutable a fact as that James Wolcott is a fraud.

Somehow, Goldstein’s adventures in blogging have attracted the attention of Wolcott — perhaps a homoerotic fascination with Goldstein’s legendary buffness, perhaps a thick-skulled inability to grasp Goldstein’s multilayered self-referential satire.

I met Goldstein in November at the Young America’s Foundation West Coast student conference in Santa Barbara (where Little Miss Atilla stunned the online world by revealing that “bloggers like the drinkey”). Goldstein was hilarious, once you understood he was joking. He does an Andy Kaufmanesque performance-art type of comedy in which he purposely pushes a practical joke beyond the point where any sane person would stop and say, “Wait, man, I was just kidding.”

I make that observation not merely as a shameless name-dropper flaunting my brief acquaintance with the famed Jeff G., but also to add perspective to the back-and-forth at Protein Wisdom that inspired Wolcott’s lame post at Vanity Fair. (Seriously, do they pay him by the word for that crap?) Whatever serious disagreement might have bubbled up between Karl and Thor and Dan and Jeff, I don’t for a minute think that Jeff’s “dramatic leave-takings” are part of a “psychodrama,” as Wolcott would have it.

Unlike being paid preposterously large sums by Graydon Carter for overlong columns that involve no reporting, independent current-events blogging is not a sufficiently lucrative career to support a family.

Jeff has other employment that pays his bills, and a family that requires his attention, and these other commitments have prevented him from blogging regularly in recent months. He turned Protein Wisdom over to guest-bloggers, a dispute ultimately ensued, and Jeff settled the dispute by ending the guest-blogger situation.

No psychodrama; a business decision. Wolcott’s characterization of this as an example of Goldstein’s “attention-sucking antics,” is further proof — as if it were needed — of Wolcott’s fundamental fraudulence as a journalist.

August 10, 2008

What Fred Baron paid for

Edwards denial can’t be denied:

“Rielle will not participate in DNA testing or any other invasion of her or her daughter’s privacy now or in the future.”

Drew at AOSHQ:

I’m sure Silky is broken up over his inability to clear his name.

Silence is golden, and if you’ve got enough gold . . .