September 14, 2004
Odds and Ends
1. Michele is running a RatherGate pool. My prediction: September 17, during a live Friday evening broadcast, an organ grinder’s monkey wielding one of those giant vaudeville hooks will drag Dan Rather kicking and screaming from the set. For the remainder of the show, a rubber chicken wearing pimp gear and smoking a joint will sit in Rather’s chair while the news is delivered in a Casey Kasem voice over.
If Michael Moore were a pop song, he’d be “The Night Chicago Died from Eating Too Many Sausage Patties in a Single Sitting,” by Paper Lace
Oh, for Chissakes. I bet he wishes vinyl LPs were still around. CDs are so much less efficient as snack trays. **** (via Michele, who should never go away again.)
Another moment of unabashed pragmatism
If I really wanted to, I could make this post look exactly like it was printed on a 1972 IBM Selectric typewriter. But what good would that do?
To every thing, turn turn turn…
Jonah Goldberg, NRO: The folks at Powerline compare the willingness of Dan Rather to chase a partisan hit job into the land of fiction to the revolution of suicide bombing. The sudden willingness, indeed eagerness, of terrorists to die with their victims changed the whole paradigm of national security. Similarly, Rather was willing to destroy himself in pursuit of a partisan attack. It’s an okay analogy, but it misses a
The Tragedy of Om’let, Prince of Massachusetts, cont.
Om’let | Act 3, Scene 1 Click here. **** Om’let | Act 5, Scene 1 SCENE I. A field in Red Bank, New Jersey. Prince Omlet examines the skull of a famous news anchor. PRINCE OM’LET Alas, poor Rather! I knew him, Teddy: a fellow of fine buzzcuttery, of most excellent folksiness: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it
A friendly note to confused software designer Richard Katz
When in doubt, stay home and make yourself a nice pastrami on rye, instead. With one of those crunchy Claussen dill pickles on the side. And maybe some chips. **** h/t Allah, who has another great roundup of Rathergate links.
If instead of a pampered heiress Teresa Heinz Kerry were a Ginsu knife
THK: “What, again with the tin cans, Conchita? Yes, fine, I can cut through a tin can and still slice a tomato effortlessly. So what? Is that skill really such a big deal to your people…?”
Expert cited by CBS didn’t verify papers
Michael Dobbs and Howard Kurtz, washingtonpost.com: The lead expert retained by CBS News to examine disputed memos from President Bush’s former squadron commander in the National Guard said yesterday that he examined only the late officer’s signature and made no attempt to authenticate the documents themselves. “There’s no way that I, as a document expert, can authenticate them,” Marcel Matley said in a telephone interview from San Francisco. The main
Glenn Reynolds, 2; Oliver Willis, snacking on corn dogs and touching his privates
Our Kerrypimping friend Oliver is at it again, this time dropping the mutton leg long enough to trumpet Ed Cone’s supposed smackdown of Glenn Reynolds. Only problem is, Ed was so darned eager to land the white whale that he forgot to read the complete Michelle Malkin post that prompted him to flutter his tiny harpoon Glenn’s way in the first place. In Ed’s defense, scrolling all the way through
