Sunday morning I’m checking news feeds, when this indescribable sound starts rocking the house. It’s vaguely familiar, but I can’t make out what it is…alarm system gone crazy?…a flock of buzzards scratching on the metal roof?…one of the cats caught in the garbage disposal?
I’m checking all through the house, when I realize it’s coming from the living room; I shoot out there and come face to face with my worst recurring nightmare:
Ann Coulter is on a main stream Sunday morning news show…in my damn house!
That half-man, half-screech owl voice reverberating off of that baseball-sized Adam’s apple has infiltrated My Home. A person who has never contributed anything even remotely insightful to the public discourse has finagled her way into My Home. I realize there is no longer any safe refuge from non-thinking human beings, and suddenly that apocalypse thing… it’s got my attention.
Anyway, I change the channel, down a few shots of tequila, the shaking finally subsides and I can get back to work…
Money Can Buy You Love
From USA Today:
“A Democratic party group retracted statements and apologized to billionaire Las Vegas casino mogul Sheldon Adelson for what it called unsubstantiated claims that he encouraged and profited from prostitution at his company casinos in Macau…”
Most likely, they’re re-directing their attention to the fully substantiated claims here in the U.S., that Adelson has supported a couple of prostitutes in this year’s GOP presidential campaign.
It Could Have Been Worse
From Taegan Goddard’s Political Wire:
Texas Gov. Rick Perry (R), quoted by CNN, when asked who he thought Mitt Romney would choose as his running mate.
“As long as it’s not me, I’ll be cool.”
Rick, the entire world is cool with that.
According to Maggie Haberman over at Politico:
“The Paul Ryan-for-VP chatter has heated up in the past two days, thanks in part to him updating his Federal Election Commission filings for his PAC, suddenly canceling a planned appearance at an anti-Obamacare rally and winning praise from Louisiana Gov. Bobby Jindal as the best pick.”
Please Mitt, please, please, please pick Paul Ryan. (Oh, and make sure he brings that budget of his with him.)
What a Real Leader Doesn’t Sound Like
While I’m talking about Mitt Romney, some reporters had the audacity to ask him for an opinion about two issues Americans are currently debating heatedly: Chick-Fil-A and Bachmann’s Muslim witch hunt. Here’s the response from the guy who wants to be the leader of the free world, via Politico:
“Those are not things that are part of my campaign,” Romney said.
“I’m not going to tell other people what to talk about,” Romney said.
That folks, is the “leader” Republicans have nominated.
And finally – Liz Trotta, who’s really Andy Rooney alive and well and living his days out in drag, went all catty on Fox Saturday. Seems she didn’t like folks drawing attention to Ann Romney’s $1,000 interview t-shirt, when Michelle Obama wore a $7,000 jacket – to meet the queen.
She claims female reporters are jealous over the fact that Mrs. Romney has more money than brains; I mean seriously, $1,000 for a t-shirt? Trotta explains that Ann Romney has simply “managed to do what every woman’s mother told her to do”:
“…marry a good, preferably rich man; raise your children full time, and “dress like a lady”.
Evidently, when Trotta was growing up, that was written in hieroglyph on the wall in every cave.
Forget about the “All Women Should Be Gold-Diggers” Conservative Home-School Degree; the point Ms. Trotta conveniently sidesteps is that Romney is putting himself out there as a guy who understands the average American, while his wife spends more on a t-shirt than some people spent on that used car they’re going to work in. One might call that… I don’t know… obscene?
Anyway, have a good week!