EXPIRE, LOVE DOESN'T . When I left the barber chair, one of the female
stylists stepped out and said, "You look like a new man." I thanked
her. Then she announced to the entire shop, "He just got his
True. It's a bright sunlit place. I hate their mirrors. While I'm
getting my hair cut there, I confront an old man in every pitless
detail of time's toll. Not such a big deal. I am old these days. But my shaving
mirror is kinder. It lets me feel maybe 40 instead of nearly 60.
I was going to cut grass today. I hope and trust Mrs. CP will forgive
me that I didn't. I plan to cut tomorrow, before the universally
But I still look better than Tom Waits. Marginally.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
what makes you you? And how
much of this light show are you personally willing
to shut down for good?
CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR. I'd thought of posting about a
controversial rapper at the White House, but I'm doing this instead. A
post I've been mulling for a long time now. It's about the
self-annihilating properties of ethnic and other categorical hatreds.
Before I begin. let me state what this post is not. It's not a defense
of the multicultural political correctness that's been rammed down our
throats by the lefty intelligentsia. It's not a national or global
political argument of any kind. It's not an endorsement of "All
is for the best in the best of all possible worlds" pollyanna-ism. Conflicts
will always be with us, as will prejudices and irrational hostilities,
and the inevitable conflicts, prejudices, and hostilities will be
costly and perhaps, in some contexts, fatal.
My only point here is strictly personal. What price are you willing to pay for your hatreds
in terms of your own personal identity? Are you willing to stop being
you or become a radically reduced version of the self who is living
Here is the premise of the experiment. It's an act of subtraction.
Examine all your own biases and resentments. Who would the world be
better off without? Identify them and then subtract them completely from your own experience
of life, your memories, your beliefs, the mind that makes you you.
To begin with a fairly vanilla example, the Irish reliably hate the
English. But what if the English had never existed? Would the Irish
still be the Irish? Yeah, they'd still be Celts on a green island, but
much of their history, heroes, and poets would be swept away. Without
the English, there would have been no United States that defined itself
in opposition to British tyranny, no waves of immigration that
transplanted as many Irishmen as who still live in Ireland to the
brawling new world where some of them achieved spectacular heights and
more sad Irish stories, like the tragic presidency of John F. Kennedy.
I'm not saying there wouldn't have been an alternative history, but how
much of you, today's Irish,
would remain? And again, I'm speaking personally. None of your cultural
touchstones would be the same. Maybe there'd still have been a James
Joyce, a William Butler Yeats, a Michael Collins, and even a St.
Patrick, but they would bear no resemblance to the specific emotional
foundations of your own life and personality. And for those who value
brilliant poetry and prose and song, there would be no inspirational
neighbors like Shakespeare, Milton, Dickens, Jane Austen, or Gilbert & Sullivan.
You see, the subtraction has to be total. Like Kevin Bacon's six
degrees of separation, every loss ripples through the whole and winds
up striking extremely close to the most intimate core of personal
A lot of people hate the Jews, more and more all the time, including
some of our most celebrated professors and intellectuals. Okay.
Subtract the Jews. Completely. No Marx. No Freud. No threat of nuclear
war in the 21st century middle east. Happy? Not so fast. At the
extremes, there is no more Bible and no golden age of Hollywood. So
there is also no Christianity, no Constitution of the United States,
none of the movies you use as personal metaphors for your own heroic
view of yourselves, and no Islam -- because there is no Ishmael for
Muhammed to use in tracing his own lineage back to God. But remember
that there is also no "David" by Michelangelo and, in fact, no Italian
Renaissance, Age of Enlightenment, no theory of relativity or quantum
physics, no M.I.T. Start wiping Jews out of your mind and there won't
be much left of what you call civilization.
There's no shortage of people who hate the Germans. Without them, there
would have been no Hitler or holocaust. And no Bach, Beethoven, or Mozart, no
Wagner opera about the "ring" and therefore no Lord of the Rings" and -- dare I say it? -- no Harry Potter. Also,
no Mercedes Benz, BMW, Porsche, Volkswagen, or Apollo 11. No World War
I and World War II that made heroes of our family forebears and
bolstered the pride of family so many still feel today. No Marlene
Dietrich in Destry Rides Again, and no pretzels, brats, hot dogs or hamburgers(!).
Erase all those things from your life. Are you content to shut down all
the synapses of your brain that connect to things German as if they had
No Russians? No Tchaikovsky, Rachmaninoff, ballet, American figure
skating team, Dostoevsky, or James Bond movies. Or vodka. Think about
it. No vodka.
No Arabs? Well, then, forget Arabic numerals, algebra, and the
sophisticated mathematics they made possible. Imagine yourself dialing
cellphone numbers in Roman numerals. Except also subtract the
cellphones. We'd still be using the biggest blackboards on earth to
calculate simple square roots.
How many Americans are still shaped in one way or another by the Civil
War? No slavery, no blacks, no century of humiliation and suffering for
the south. In the north, probably no more United States. Don't forget
that it was the Civil War which changed accepted usage from "the United
States are..." to "the United States is..." We'd probably be three or
four different clashing nations by now. The Civil War was a stupendous passion play that tempered the
mettle of this nation into a force strong enough to bear sacrifice for
others and do great good in the world. Do the southern boys want to
give up their imaginings of Pickett's Charge, Stonewall Jackson, and
Robert E. Lee? Without the Civil War, Lee would be a footnote, a West
Point officer who served with distinction and no memorable actions.
Gettysburg would be a farm town and we'd never have heard of Abraham
A point to ponder for both blacks and whites. Without slavery, the
Civil War, and the Emancipation Proclamation, there is no African participation in
America. Blacks would still be in Africa and whites would be, well,
blander. Anybody on either side want to subtract the African-American
part of their lives from their lives? Really? No Martin Luther King, no
lynchings, and no Nathan Bedford Forrest or Black Panthers, but also no
blues, ragtime, jazz, or rock and roll, meaning no Louis Armstrong,
Miles Davis, Smokey Robinson, Beebe King, James Brown, Beatles, Stones,
Dylan, no Motown, Temptations, Supremes, or Four Tops, no Michael
Jackson, and no Allman Brothers, Van Halen, Pearl Jam, GNR, U2, Madonna, or Lady Gaga.
Right. Subtract it all from your minds and memories. It's not there any
longer. All the songs you fell in love to gone, gone, gone. Not all of
us can fuel our romance with a strict diet of Loretta Lynn. Some of us
still rely as much on Nat Cole as Frank Sinatra, and there's no Sinatra
with Count Basie, Duke Ellington, and Coleman Hawkins.
No Hispanics? Forget Christopher Columbus discovering America. He was
not Italian but Spanish, probably Catalan.
No French? Well. Paris no longer exists and a long list of other stuff
too numerous to list in architecture, art, cuisine, and personalities
-- Bridgette Bardot, Napoleon Bonaparte, Charlemagne, Debussy, Edith
Piaf, and Voltaire -- without whom your mind would be substantially
different. For example: without Pascal, La Rochefoucauld, Moliere, and
Voltaire, Mark Twain might have ceased his output after the "Jumping
Frog of Calaveras County." Ripples. Ripples.
No Chinese, Japanese, Koreans, Cambodians, Vietnamese? Toss out
spaghetti (brought back from China to Italy by Marco Polo), martial
arts movies (losing Bruce Lee would really suck, wouldn't it?), not to
mention paper books, fireworks at the ballpark, Fu Manchu, Charlie
Chan, and that ugly chick everybody loves on Grey's Anatomy. And
perhaps more importantly for American minds, no Platoon, Apocalypse
Now, or Heavy Metal Jacket. No Sands of Iwo Jima, no Doolittle
Raid, no Battle of Midway. We'd have far less idea what we're capable
of when the going gets really rough.
Even the people who oppose and challenge us help to make us who we are.
When you imagine them out of existence, we all become poorer, smaller,
and less interesting and individual.
I repeat that there would be alternate histories. But when you think
about it, those histories would be less interesting and less dramatic.
I know there are times when we want to wish away the "bad people." But
the result, if you contemplate it seriously, is worse than cowardly;
No matter how much I complain, I would never wish any of them out of
existence. I may want to defeat (some of) them, educate them, oppose
their crazier agendas, and yearn for impossible accommodations, but
they're built into the world that has made my own consciousness what it
is. And I wouldn't willingly omit a single drop of my own consciousness
for any cause on earth. Die maybe. But not dim my mind's eye or
amputate huge chunks of my experience of life.
Some of you may feel differently. That would be your problem.
Final thought. What does "Common" mean? I think I've explained it.
Celebrating a Life
called him Mr. Basset. He was 19 and a gentleman.
The dogs went for a walk each and every
morning that the weather would allow with my wife and [me], and I think
that the one sentence I said to her more often than any other was,
“Everyone loves the basset.” And they did. It seemed to be almost
impossible for anyone, male or female, old or young, to not immediately
be drawn to Mr. Basset. I still remember one walk just recently when we
were out strolling with them and two cars pulled up at the corner and
stopped, with each driver pausing to stare and to smile. That’s
probably what I will remember most about Mr. Basset. He brought a smile
to the face of everyone he met. He was a fat old hound dog, so the guys
always seemed to like him. And while he weighed nearly 80 pounds, he
was low to the ground with those big floppy ears, watery eyes and short
legs, so ladies and children did not find him threatening.
One elderly grandmother up the street from us did not even own a dog,
but took to buying boxes of dog biscuits and knew when we went for
walks, and would hurry out to give him a treat and pet him. I’ve long
since lost count of how many people I’ve met in this town simply
because they would approach to ask questions about Mr. Basset and pet
I can relate. Sighthounds draw the same kind of instant fans. It's a
moving story. Thinking back to Charlotte's
Web, all I can say is "Some Dog." You really do have to read the
whole thing -- long and lesiurely as a basset hound taking his morning
constitutional -- to appreciate the depth of feeling involved here. At
the end you will shed precisely one tear, distilled finally from a
dignified life that ended, not unheroically, in extreme old age. I'm
being callous. Mr. Basset wouldn't have wanted more than one tear. He
was a gentleman, reserved and self-effacing to the last.
Jazz has my deepest condolences and, I'm sure, yours as well. But he's
seeking immortality for Mr. Bassett on the Internet. I'm more than
willing to help spread the word.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
left to right: grandfather, grandfather, father, father.
thought to do this until I got my own watch back from the jeweller,
after God only knows how long without it, and realized nobody even
wears watches anymore. Everybody has cellphones. So what are people
going to do in future generations? Hang on to granddad's last iPhone?
Get all nostalgic about his final digital apps?
I dug out this little set of keepsakes because all but the oldest still
tick (haven't sent that one for repair) and I can remember the elders
of my family wearing their timepieces. Something of them still attaches
to the old mechanical movements. When the forgotten things respond to
the winding and start up again, it's like having the owners back, their time resumed, if only for an
hour or two. Did you know that they counted seconds even in the old
And way back then, there were two kinds of time. My dad had a
minimalist wristwatch he used to go to work and keep track of his
business appointments. But he also had a gold watch with a chain that
connected him to his past. (The fob that looks like a Phi Beta
Kappa key isn't. The thing that looks like a cross is.) There were
times when he wore that piece of lovely jewelry, because there's more
than one kind of time. Something we've lost. Along with all the other
things we've lost. Along the way.
He also started wearing, at some point, his own father's wristwatch,
also shown above. As if its ticking was a continuation. Which I guess
it was. Because when I wound them all up today and saw that they were
still capable of keeping time, it was -- for the briefest possible
moment -- like having them all back with me again.
Can you do that on your iPhones? Just asking.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
What You Never See.
tornado aftermath: they're going to put it back together.
There's a gaping hole in the documentation of most American natural
disasters. We get to see the damage the day after. The TV journalists
pose in front of the wreckage of people's lives.
have to imagine the network correspondent in khaki; he's long gone.
They cover the story in accordance with their own traditional values --
Are the people weeping and scavenging the ruins for pitiful reminders
what they've lost, like photographs and crushed tricycles? Is FEMA here?
president visited? Yes? The government will provide. Mission
accomplished. And all go home to await the next catastrophe.
If you look at the volume of documentaries produced by the various
channels that proclaim a nonfiction mission, it seems impossible that
they could have missed anything. They're all over dinosaurs, guys who accidentally shoot themselves in the head with nailguns, the
pyramids, climate change, brand new old footage of the Titanic, bigfoot, shark week, UFOs, the origins of the universe,
Atlantis, Hitler, volcanoes, Nostradamus, the ugliest ever catfish, serial killers and why women marry them, asteroids aiming at earth,
the history of mud, more Hitler, fixing gigantic things that are broken,
hummingbirds, Nostradamus and the 2012 apocalypse, Roman sexual deviancy, the menace of pythons in the
everglades and bears in the suburbs, why Jesus was just a nice guy who got crucified, duplex trans-gender operations, frozen mammoths, Jack the Ripper, base-jumping and other suicidal hobbies, still more Hitler, the Loch Ness monster, the manufacture
of microprocessors and toothpicks and skateboards, Satan, things that melt, aggressively fat meter maids, ghosts, stalactites, women unexpectedly having babies in the ladies room, the absolute final word forever on Jack the Ripper, everything in the world you could possibly imagine about Princess Diana, why Darwin was so incredibly right
about everything and the Bible not so much, celebrity ghosts, shark month, stone-age Amazonian tribes
with breasts, mail-order brides from Russia and how they died, how much we love the Brit royals, angels and why they don't exist, what the world will look like after the pestilence called
Man becomes extinct, the Jack the Ripper we never knew until this newest latest revelation, African tribes with breasts, AND a great many of the more arduous strains of
blue collar American life -- crab fishing, coal mining, logging, sewer
cleaning, hog slaughtering, Alaskan everything, the difficulty of being a professional urban vagina on meth-amphetamines, wrinkled moms who live with a hundred cats and never throw out the trash, plus innumerable treatments of the
general awfulness of the south, with a special emphasis on the
underground railroad, dead jazz geniuses, and hick spouses who kill each other using their Bibles
What you never see, though, is what happens after the news networks fly
home to New York after a natural disaster. Well, except for
post-Katrina New Orleans, where everybody sat and waited for the
federal government to fix everything and, uh, are still waiting.
The word "except" is key here. The experience of New Orleans after
Katrina is clearly the exception. There is a zone of the United States
called Tornado Alley that rips whole towns to pieces every year. And
guess what? Those towns rebuild themselves. Year after year, decade
after decade. HOW EXACTLY DO THEY DO THAT?
Think about it. You've seen the splattered houses, churches, hospitals, and
stores. Places where it's hard even to figure out which pile of rubble
to be Main Street. But the people who are from there don't leave, and
they rebuild their lives. Yeah, I know there's government money and
loans and such that figure in, but let's face it, the work is done
primarily by the so-called 'ordinary' people we last saw standing on
the splinters of their homes and thanking God
that most of their neighbors are still alive.
I want to see the process. I want to see the bulldozers and backhoes
that clear away the flattened houses and shattered trees. (Where do
they put all the refuse?) I want to see how these communities that no
longer exist except for the people who lived in them come together and
start building anew on the cleared ground. I want to see the churchless
church suppers, the pitching in of nearby less damaged counties and
towns, the ad hoc schooling that goes on in the absence of
air-conditioned classroom buildings and hardwood basketball gymnasiums,
the families living with families while they struggle through how long
(?) without income, the mayor making deals with contractors and banks
and farmers, the doctors who set up clinics at the only gas station still standing, the women who run the food and clothing banks to keep body
and soul together for parents and children while the town comes slowly
back to life.
It isn't FEMA that does all that. It's American people hewing together
and working their asses off to make miracles happen.
We know it happens. Despite
all the lamentations about New Orleans,
Mississippi -- every bit as hard hit as the Big Easy -- quietly went to
work and pulled off the standard American recovery while the Big
Easyites wanted somebody else to do it. Why is theirs the only story worth covering?
I'm absolutely certain people by the
millions would watch a series about such a recovery. It's a black hole in the media
depiction of "the bitter ones who cling to their guns and religion."
Because that's not all they cling to, and we all know it. They cling to
each other, help each other, work for each other, and give new life to
Are you listening, History, Discovery, NatGeo, Green, Current, TLC, and company? I
need another fantasy science documentary about brightly feathered
dinosaurs. If you're using CGI, you don't know. You're just guessing.
What I need is a glimpse of facts that don't require any guesswork.
Average Americans routinely, habitually, come back from the brink. Why
can't you get off your high horse and show us that?
Affirmation from commenter Patrick:
I knew from the moment the storms ended
(I live in North Alabama) that the people here would pull themselves
back up. I actually got nervous when FEMA came in and the president
came for his photo-op. My first thought was, "Thanks but no thanks. We
need to stick to the people who understand the problem, not ones who
will only contribute to it." I'm proud of the people in my community
for getting through this with grace and dignity, and that's coming from
a guy who is often very hard on his fellow Alabamans. Just stay out of
the way. No cameras needed. We don't want your pity. Just let me get to
You see. My only point: we want to see, too. Need to see. All of us.
I mean, I know it seems like it should be a private thing, but it's gone beyond that. The rest of the country needs to remember how this country works. And not one micro-second of it is pity. It's learning.
Monday, May 09, 2011
The new Fox News "ace' foreign
correspondent: Peter Doocy.
Sorry for the tiny picture. He may get bigger in time. Show me.
. A bad day. A day when I do
despair of America. But one more time, credit where credit is due. For
once, Hotair has been pretty much on
point with its areas of focus. Let
me count the ways, large and small, that I am disgusted by the current
scene. Some will have links. Some won't. If you can't verify the
linkless ones on your own, to hell witcha. These all from the past
week, in no particular order.
The Republican frontrunner, Mitt
with the decision not to release Osama death photos. Never mind that
the righteous libs who defend this decision were hammer-and-tongs in
favor of releasing all the Abu Graib photos, the only conceivable
purpose of which was to tar all American troops in combat with the
crimes of a few, so that they would be in greater danger from the
mythical "moderate muslims" who have already swarmed the Arab Street
to denounce (and deny) the "murder" of a muslim martyr. And never mind
death of bin Laden is not remotely akin to the deaths of innocents
which have been celebrated by Arabs of all stripes from the beginning
hostilities against the U.S. As we've said before, there really aren't
any "moderate muslims." There are just three types of muslims: open
jihadists, passive-aggressive jihadists; and a handful of American
(patriot) muslims who will probably be killed eventually. Not that any
the MSM, or even Hugh Hewitt, ever notices. And it's way too late to
get Mitt Romney a spine transplant.
Juan Williams, who owes his whole current income and career to Fox
News, insists on referring to enhanced interrogation techniques as the popping out of eyeballs and severing of hands. He also
referred -- without rebuke --
on Fox News Sunday to the "murder"
of Osama bin Laden. Golly, Juan. We know you have an advocacy job to
do. We'll never call you an asshole or punch you right in the face for
spouting outageously false lefty propaganda on camera. We'd never do
anything to make your kids feel uncomfortable about you at their prep
schools on Parents' Day.
A street survey in New York City showed us that teenage New Yorkers don't
even know who Osama bin Laden was and what he did. Hooray for
government schools. Hooray for NYC parents. Hey. How is this even possible? uh, how did Obama
get elected in the first place?
Another study, undertaken by government experts in Detroit, revealed
that 48 percent of the residents of that city can't read --
out government forms or employment applications, decipher prescription drug
instructions, or understand solicitations to the government programs
designed to help them. I wonder who they'll be voting for in the next
presidential election. No, I don't. I only wonder how they'll find the
buses that take them to their polling places.
Don Imus, suddenly reversing his clicheed stance on Obama ("he's a good
guy but he doesn't know what he'd doing") 180 degrees purely because of
kill. "I thought he didn't know what he was doing, but I was obviously
wrong about that." uh, saying yes to a military operation doesn't
exactly make you Socrates. Unless, like Imus (er, scroll),
you're Dummocles, the man who has one dumb unchanging opinion about
everything that ever happened. But
once Imus says something, you can absolutely count on the fact that he
will repeat it, repeat it, repeat it, until we're all sick to death of
it. I'm not going to be able to watch him anymore. Depressing.
thinks it's cool that Condi Rice argued idiot MSNBC host Lawrence
O'Donnell to a standstill, although some of us remember -- in the blood
is thicker than water department -- that Condi Rice went all squishy
the 2008 presidential campaign because she admired Obama so, despite
his unrelenting villainization of her boss and the man who made her a
worldwide celebrity, George W. Bush. Thanks, Condi. Good show. Loved
with Alec Baldwin on 30 Rock. So so sweet. What a rock of
principle. For a celebrity.
Fox News continues to decline in quality and credibility, as if
consciously boosting the claims of the liberal plutocracy that they're
a joke. This morning, F&F host Gretchen
Carlson used the word
"poignant" as if it meant "pointed" in characterizing Chris
Wallace's best question during an interview with National
Security Adviser Donilon. Fellow host Brian
Kilmeade, on a similar
point, spoke of the difficulty of "disseminating between" rather than
"discriminating between" administration positions on waterboarding and
shooting an unarmed bin Laden in the head. Meanwhile the interns in
charge of the F&F chyrons remain in open warfare with the interns
in charge of the F&F news crawlers. Where the chyron says
(correctly) "protesters," the crawler insists (incorrectly) on "protestors." Where
the crawler says (correctly) "al Zawahiri," the chyron, for day after
day, announces (incorrectly) "al Zawahri." Often simultaneously on
screen. And nobody ever corrects the
errors. My favorite crawler: "No group has yet to take credit
for the attack..." Diagram that one, Doocy. And speaking of Steve
Doocy, F&F weatherman turned loose-cannon political wag, am I
the first to point out the disgrace of the rocketlike, nepotistic
his son, first-year college grad Peter Doocy, who just this Mother's
was tossed to by an FNC host to explain the difficult relations between
the U.S. and Pakistan? Sorry. Whenever they do that, now and in future,
I will -- as I did yesterday -- switch channels directly to the TruTV
classic, "It Only
Hurts When I laugh," which is much less embarrassing to watch or
get caught watching. Fox
News has indeed made itself
a joke. Are you listening, Roger Ailes? Or just laughing your way to
I wouldn't have been as hard on Rush Limbaugh as I was last
week if I'd
realized no one else -- NO ONE ELSE ON EITHER SIDE OF THE AISLE --
would notice that his "incredibly gutsy call" was actually a
no-brainer. If he'd passed up the opportunity to kill bin Laden with
positive proof that he had done so, the fact would eventually have
leaked, and the American people would never have forgiven him. Other
presidents might have had some
choice. Obama had none. What was the meaning of all those 'Birthers'? They thought he might be a muslim sympathizer. Why did it take 16 hours to decide to do what he absolutely HAD to do?
I was also taken aback by this reference -- I first heard it on Fox News Sunday, by newly
chastened NPR mouthpiece Mara Liasson -- to an "Arab Spring." Again, no
denunciation by the assembled elite conservatives. It's a ludicrous
turn of phrase. Yeah, I'm sure all us elite conservative contributors
to Fox News Sunday know that Mara is fighting for her NPR life, and we
also feel sorry for the allergies that make it necessary to cut away
from her when she can't speak, and she is such a nice woman, BUT -- what we're
looking at in the Arabic middle east is hardly a push toward
Jeffersonian democracy or even Lech Walesa's Solidarity-type populism. Every well
organized political faction on the scene with a chance of taking power
from the ancient autocrats is more kindred with the Ayatollah Khomeini
and his "Arab Eclipse of Civilization" than with anything we'd
recognize as a push
toward individual feedom. The Muslim Brotherhood, Hamas, Hizbollah,
these are the forces of "democratic" rebellion that want to green the
Arab deserts. Their idea of liberation is worldwide submission to
sharia (i.e., annihilation of the Jews, honor killings of female
relatives, clitorectomies, burkhas. overt female illiteracy, tacit male
illiteracy, and a permanent shortage of wives achieved by murder that
creates an endless pool of idiot adolescent killers of the "infidels"
who can get laid in this
lifetime. Cool.) But it would be
impolite to mention that, I guess. What with Mara's cough and all. But
it does beg the question. Even Mara must know that "spring" comes with
its own share of ills that must be treated before they become crippling
or fatal. Or. Not.
I could go on. Obama on 60
Minutes taking credit for his "gutsy call"
without being asked a single question about why his Justice Department
prosecuting CIA interrogators who were acting legally and
acquired useful information that helped kill Osama bin Laden. Fox News interviewers
failing to challenge ex-CIA flack Michael Scheuer who claimed, without
on-screen objection, that three administrations have "lied" to the
American public by misrepresenting bin Laden's hatred of the U.S. as
anything but a desire to get our troops out of Arab countries. "He
doesn't care at all who we are and what we think," Scheuer said with smug finality. Is
that so? Then what of the worldwide push for sharia? And... oh forget
it. Scheuer has books to sell, and he's a Fox News analyst. Frank
Luntz, another Fox News analyst, pretending
that there was anything
significant about an orchestrated second-string Republican debate
South Carolina. News flash to genius Luntz: Nobody cares about
Herman Cain. He's a more polite and admirable version of Donald Trump.
He is not a presidential candidate. Meanwhile, the president's
reelection campaign is already in full swing, with all the usual
uncritical support of the MSM.
The new media are already as corrupt as the old media. And the ones who
should be leading the charge are bunkered
in fantasies that have
nothing to do with either governing or fixing what's wrong.
Which is why I gave credit to Hotair up top. We've had our differences,
God knows, but perseverance is a virtue, and Ed
Morrissey has assembled a list of "Obamateurisms" that could and
should be the basis for real Republican campaigns: