"Undermining my electoral viability since 2001."

Only The High Points

I simply must bring the comment by Frank in the post below up to the fore here. It almost made me spit coffee all over my damn computer. Talking of new US Iraq Czar L. Paul Bremmer:

Fer god's sake, put Koffi back on the speed dial. I don't think we're going to get any "I don't know who he was, but he sure cleaned up this town" from any Iraqis.

Hoo! If you're in the mood for another laugh, check out what happens when a Faux News anchor tries to dis my American Idol, Paul Krugman. Here's the whole rant from Neil Cavuto. An excerpt:

First off, Mr. Krugman, let me correct you: I'm a host and a commentator, just like you no doubt call yourself a journalist and a columnist. So my sharing my opinions is a bad thing, but you spouting off yours is not?

The tenor of the whole this is like that, shrill/macho "you call yourself a journalist?" This serves nicely to highlight Cavuto's jerkof status. Earth to Neil: Paul Krugman isn't a journalist. He's an economist who writes an opinion column for the Times. The precise point he was making is that Faux News dangerously blurs the lines between news and opinion by having so many anchor/commentators.

Emerging from Murdoch's sewer, try taking a back in sheer inspired brilliance with this piece by Kurt Vonnegut, which is all about great Americans like Twain and Lincoln. Here's a hot Lincoln quote:

"Trusting to escape scrutiny by fixing the public gaze upon the exceeding brightness of military glory, that attractive rainbow that rises in showers of blood -- that serpent's eye, that charms to destroy, he plunged into war."

He was talking about James K. Polk (the Napoleon of the stump), but it seems awfully timely to me. Speaking of our current Chimp in Cheif, my buddie Robbie had this to say in an email today:

People seem not to have seen through or grown tired of GWB and his automaton-style telepromter reading skills. He reads to where the line break on the prompter is and pauses for the next line to come up, and somehow people have confused this with passion, commitment and an informed point of view.

Zang! In a final roundup, the increasingly irrellevant Democratic Leadership Council has been circulating a memo dissing my man Howard Dean on highly fatuous grounds. For those of you not qute at slavishly political as I, the DLC made a name for itself by powering Clinton's 1992 candidacy. Since then they've grown even more screw-balled; today they're convinced that Leiberman fever can sweep the nation. Too bad for the DLC that Clinton isn't with them on the Dean-bashing tip.

If this pisses you off, you can write the DLC or (even quicker) sign this letter. I did both.