Friday, April 30, 2004
Sporadic Posts For Friday:
I’ve been out for the past two days on a trip to New York City. Hence the lack of substantive posts over the past forty-eight hours. Here are some thoughts to cover that time period:
1. NYC cabbies are still clinically, verifiably, and completely insane.
2. There is still a whole in the heart of downtown Manhattan.
3. I’m still angry at the people who created it.
4. “Baghdad” Jim McDermott (nickname coming from his pre-war visit to Baghdad where he declared that he believed Saddam more than he believed W) is a moron on top of being a total idiot. The Democrat from the State of Washington dropped the words “Under God” (required by law by the way) from the Pledge of Allegiance as he led it before Congress on Tuesday. When asked to comment on the noticeable absence of said phrase, he stated that while leading the Pledge, he could not remember where the Courts currently stood on the issue. For the record, the Supremes are reviewing it. McDermott still wants his 15 minutes of fame, even if it comes at the cost of appearing like a loony bin escapee.
5. Rene Gonzalez is a graduate student at the University of Massachusetts. He wrote a column criticizing the lavish praise coming forth for the late Pat Tillman, Army Ranger and former NFL hard hitting safety. He stated that Tillman was a "G.I. Joe guy who got what was coming to him. That was not heroism, it was prophetic idiocy.” Yesterday, Gonzalez apologized to Tillman’s family, stating that his article wasn’t worth publishing.
Mr. Gonzalez, you are truly the undisputed king of understatements. Pat Tillman is in death more of a man than you will ever live to be. If I were you, I’d be very careful not to stray too close to any bars or other establishments frequented by men and women with a Ranger patch on their shoulder. You might not like how they respond to your use of free speech.
And finally, Lurch:
Drip, drip, drip.
Well, almost. Its gone from a steady drip to a slow deluge of Lurch mis-steps and blunders all along the campaign trail. First it was the mythical meetings with alleged foreign heads of state. Since this claim, Lurch has been reduced to raising the possibility he may have possibly caught the glance of a deputy assistant minister of cow dung extraction from Nepal while bagging his groceries at the local Food Lion. Oh, I forgot, Lurch as a butler who does that for him, like most common men do. Then he moved on to the SUV incident where he solemnly declared:
I did not have vehicular relations with that SUV, the suburban.
Then he moved on to the medal flap.
I threw my medals over the White House fence.
I threw somebody else’s medals over the White House fence.
I threw my ribbons over the White House fence.
Medals and ribbons are the same thing.
And now, we learn of the butler. Jodi Wilgoren had a piece in the New York Times Wednesday about the man behind the corpse, I mean Lurch. Rush commented on it extensively, so I will only add this thought:
A peanut butter and jelly sandwich maker on the campaign payroll?!
Here endeth the lesson.