... to 'We Didn't Start the Fire.' CDS poster child "Rick" Hertzberg -- the misogynist bosom buddy of Chris Matthews, who spent the primaries energetically competing with Modo and Frank Rich in the parlor game of anti-Clinton snark and slander -- is now, like them, falling all over himself to pretend otherwise, to act like long-time Bill and Hillary admirers and to claim it was all those mean Republicans who said such nasty stuff. (And oh, the Dowdy Richness of the irony -- stop it, it Hertz -- to argue that when the Precious actually needs to accomplish anything, his only recourse is to call on the only people around who seem capable of actually acting and showing some spine -- the same people he trashed and slandered and from whom he and his minions at the RBC stole the nomination.)
Just give it up. You made your bed, and now we all have to lie in it.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Push is coming to a shove near you
Some (including Our Paul) have been adopting a glass-is-perhaps-half-full perspective about our President's performance on healthcare -- while warning that that "perhaps" better stick. Now, it seems that the moment of truth is approaching. If he doesn't finally apply some muscle and show some conviction, I wonder how many self-deluding 'bots will remain. Some, of course. But that cup may start to look a bit less than overflowing, too.
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Sunday, July 12, 2009
What BTD said
I'm resurfacing, sorta, to give props to Big Tent Democrat's takedown of Frank Rich. If anybody's reading this post, you ought to read his.
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