The administration stripped our diplomats of effective security, kept stripping their security in spite of our diplomats’ pleas and warnings, watched helplessly as they died, isolated, thousands of miles from home, then proceeded to lie loudly and shamelessly before the smoke had even cleared from the burning consulate. Words fail as I think of the fear and panic of our public servants’ last moments — effectively abandoned by the country they loved and served.
If the rest of the MSM can’t investigate this story — and hold public officials accountable for their grotesque and obvious failures — then they truly are beyond redemption.
Fortunately, it looks like they finally are. At least Jake Tapper is, and I think that the media is going to have to throw Obama under the bus, as it becomes more and more clear that he can’t hope to win. Particularly after Romney brings this up in the last two, and especially final, debates.
For those who think that the current state of the Arctic ice means anything about global warming or comate change, note that the Antarctic sea ice extent is at a record high.
As Monty Python said of one of the Twits of the Year, “He has no idea when he’s losing. He also has no idea when he’s winning. He has no type of sensory awareness whatsoever.” Or words to that effect.
He also cites what I was thinking of, but didn’t take the time to search for:
“I think that I’m a better speechwriter than my speechwriters. I know more about policies on any particular issue than my policy directors. And I’ll tell you right now that I’m gonna think I’m a better political director than my political director.”
He’s a proud man, with much to be modest about.
Really, Dems? You really want another four years of this clown?
…here’s the CliffsNotes: Arnold Schwarzenegger started exercising a bunch, bonked a lot of gorgeous women, won a ton of prizes for slowly flexing his chiseled bod to background music, made piles of cash by beating up people in movies, met a boatload of famous people, married a Kennedy, got to be governor and was totally awesome at it, kind of buggered up his family dynamic by having a love child and then not telling his wife for 14 years, and then made a nice list of life tips so you can be an all-American success story too.
Of course, you still might want to read this book, especially if you want to hear all about the intricacies of the European bodybuilding circuit in the 1960s or Maria Shriver’s approach to reupholstery. And if you also happen to like pictures of preposterously pectoralled menfolk in Speedos but for whatever reason have trouble finding them on the Internet, you should boogie on down to your local Barnes and Noble posthaste for a copy of your new favorite book.
Her review is much more entertaining than I can imagine the book is.
While Smith and others work around the clock to quarantine the virus, Axlerod and his team remain deep beneath the White House in a specially constructed containment laboratory, racing to find a cure before it has a chance to wipe out Washington as we know it. Although all their experiments have thus far proven unsuccessful, Axlerod refuses to concede.
“If I’ve learned anything in this job, it’s that hope is a strategy,” he said, wiping flopsweat from his combover.
“For instance, maybe Joe Biden will find a cure Wednesday night,” he added.
Is it the end, after four and a half long years, and not just a midsummer night?
You may remember the plot. Titania, queen of the fairies, has been placed under a spell by Oberon with the help of the mischievous Puck. It has caused her to fall in love with a cloddish man named Bottom, who has in turn been placed under a spell that has turned his head into that of an ass. Later on she receives the antidote that magically undoes the spell. Looking at the creature she formerly adored, she is now not only repelled, she wonders how it was that she could have ever been so thoroughly fooled:
TITANIA: My Oberon! what visions have I seen! Methought I was enamour’d of an ass.
OBERON: There lies your love.
TITANIA: How came these things to pass? O, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now!
We in this country have had many kinds of presidents, good and bad, beloved and detested. But have we ever before had a president whose career and persona have been based to such an enormous extent on a carefully constructed narrative that in turn rests on weaving a spell over a charmed public? And was the antidote finally administered last Wednesday night, at the hands of that not-so-very-Puckish guy, Mitt Romney?
Let’s hope so. For those of us never bought in, it’s been a long nightmare.