From the political candidate who — for nearly six weeks now — hasn’t had a public thought that wasn’t handed to her on an index card, there’s this:
“The pundits today on TV—one of them was saying, check out the vice president’s schedule, check out where she’s going — she’s going to Nebraska,” Palin said.
“But the pundit was saying the only reason she’d be going there is ‘cause they’re scared, so they gotta go there and shore up votes. And I so wanted to reach into that TV and say no, I’m going to Nebraska because I want to go to Nebraska.”
Sure you do.
I don’t have much invested in the outcome of the NL playoffs, though I suppose if pressed I’d have to root for the Phillies. And while the Phils appear to have a comfortable lead in today’s game, I can’t help but think it’s somewhat of a bad idea to have AIG as a “proud sponsor” of their radio broadcast.
Oh, this takes some of the sting out of the drubbing that USC applied to my beloved Ducks:
It wasn’t a collapse. “Collapse” is too nice of a word. A collapse would mean the Chicago Cubs actually showed up for the NLDS.
It wasn’t a choke. A choke is what happened in 2003, when the Cubs were exactly five outs away from their first World Series in seven decades. A choke is when you blame someone sitting in Section 4, Row 8, Seat 113 of Wrigley Field.
No, in some ways this latest Cubs’ playoff zombie film is worse than 2003, and definitely worse than last year’s October three-and-out.
Indeed. At such a time I have mixed emotions; on the one hand I do like to see the agony drawn out, as the pain of Cubs fans amuses me. Also, I had a good anti-Harry Caray screed prepared in case the Cubs had won the NLDS. I guess I’ll have to save that one for next year.
On the other hand, how many times in this one hundred year history of hilariously pathetic failure have the Cubs actually been the best team in the NL? Twice? Three times, maybe? That the Cubs had one of the strongest squads in their history makes their inept performance against a mediocre Dodgers team all the more satisfying. The Cubs weren’t scrappy underdogs who just couldn’t finish the deal; they were clearly the better team, a team that should have been in the World Series, and they could barely be bothered to show up. Oh, it’s sweeeeeet…..
Wait till next year, Cubbies. Root, root, root etc.
Since Barack Obama’s relationship with Bill Ayers is supposed to be the subject of the greatest media whitewash since the Clintons killed Vince Foster, I suppose it’s only fair to ask why John McCain has received multiple tongue baths from a Watergate co-conspirator and Nazi fetishist.
How close are McCain and Liddy? At least as close as Obama and Ayers appear to be. In 1998, Liddy’s home was the site of a McCain fundraiser. Over the years, he has made at least four contributions totaling $5,000 to the senator’s campaigns — including $1,000 this year.
Last November, McCain went on his radio show. Liddy greeted him as “an old friend,” and McCain sounded like one. “I’m proud of you, I’m proud of your family,” he gushed. “It’s always a pleasure for me to come on your program, Gordon, and congratulations on your continued success and adherence to the principles and philosophies that keep our nation great.”
Of course, this pales by comparison to the fact that Barack Obama and Bill Ayers worked on education policy together.
Just in case you had some strange compulsion to read the thing, Benen identifies the important part of the Times‘ lengthy attempt to indulge winger guilt-by-distant-association games with Obama and William Ayers:
[T]he two men do not appear to have been close. Nor has Mr. Obama ever expressed sympathy for the radical views and actions of Mr. Ayers, whom he has called “somebody who engaged in detestable acts 40 years ago, when I was 8.”
Hope that saved you some time. Still I’m outraged that Obama isn’t holding daily press conferences with Treason-In-Defense-Of-Slavery Yankee to address this pressing issue! The fact that he isn’t is the precise equivalent of Sarah Palin’s unwillingness to answer follow-up questions about her policy positions!
Ralph Stanley is cutting an ad for Obama. Good deal.
Just finished up the Patterson School Fall Conference . This year’s topic was Africa; visiting luminaries included such esteemed blogospheric figures as David Axe of War is Boring. In a related note, bloggers are now permanently banned from all Patterson School events. Tomorrow I head to DC for a few days, meaning that blogging will likely be quite light from my corner of LGM.
In that spirit, Kaus on the VP debate:
Big loser, again, is Hillary. In two years Palin will be so much better she won’t even be in the same league. …
The only plausible explanation I can think of for this “analysis” is that he’s thinking with the wrong head. That’s obviously the case with Rich Lowry:
Palin too projects through the screen like crazy. I’m sure I’m not the only male in America who, when Palin dropped her first wink, sat up a little straighter on the couch and said, “Hey, I think she just winked at me.” And her smile. By the end, when she clearly knew she was doing well, it was so sparkling it was almost mesmerizing. It sent little starbursts through the screen and ricocheting around the living rooms of America. This is a quality that can’t be learned; it’s either something you have or you don’t, and man, she’s got it.
As an openly heterosexual male, this sort of thing makes me want to apologize on behalf of my entire gender and orientation. I suspect that that the idea of being consciously sexually attracted to an authority figure is such a mind-blowing experience for these fellows that they just can’t handle it. It was bad enough when they were drooling over Commander Codpiece.
Each December, the state of Alaska hosts a holiday party. Bubbling with seasonal cheer, the public are invited to drop by the governor’s mansion — where Sarah Palin rarely spends a night — to nibble cookies, sip warm cider, and exchange good tidings with the state’s chief executives. I’ve never gone, but I might have to break with tradition this year. If nothing else, I’ll have to thank the governor for all the extra work her vice presidential candidacy has given me. Maybe I’ll bring her a six-pack of Rainier.
Anyhow, if you’re a connoisseur of howlingly funny comment threads, I have a piece about the debate at the Minnesota Independent. The Reader’s Digest condensed version:
Palin’s advocates are understandably delighted by her performance in last night’s debate, which did not actually produce the widely-expected fiasco. Palin completed a surprising number of her sentences, and she showed evidence of having successfully assimilated lengthy portions of her stump speech. She was clearly excited to discover that she could recite the occasional facts and figures, and she drew attention to these achievement several times. Visibly and audibly nervous through much of the conversation, Palin nevertheless managed to keep smiling and striking the populist dulcimer, using phrases such as “darn right,” “doggone it,” and “heck of a lot” while trumpeting the virtues of “Joe Six Pack” (a strangely inappropriate metaphor coming from the governor of a state with some of the worst alcohol-related problems in the nation). In all, Palin heroically exceeded the lowest performance expectations in the history of vice presidential debating. To point out that Palin committed a number of gross factual errors — on Afghanistan, on the role of the vice president — seems uncharitable somehow.
Was Biden talking about how he came to believe that the Senate should take the philosophy of the president’s judicial appointments into account. Helping to torpedo Bork was indeed one of his finest moments, and good for him for not kowtowing to the “OMG accurately stating Robert Bork’s views about various issues and then rejecting him for the position to which he was allegedly inherently entitled was the Greatest Outrage Ever” conventional anti-wisdom.