It’s worth listening to John McLaughlin each week just to see Eleanor and Tony Blankley go at it. Of course, when the heat gets to be too much for her, John always steps up as white knight to save her. Talk about shrill!
I have to admit, my choice for “least intelligent TV pundit” changes on an almost weekly basis between Eleanor Clift and Juan “Brit Hume’s human punching bag” Williams. Over the long run, I’d have to give the title to Clift, just because Williams will occassionally buckle and admit that the facts don’t match up with his reality. The next time Eleanor admits she was wrong will be the first.
You know what? don’t answer that. I don’t want to know.
Doesn’t Eleanor remind you of the meanest bitchest teacher you ever had? The one who totally humilated the class loser to the point where you wanted to step in. In my case, Mrs. Teetson ( her name might explain her anger at the world )
I couldn’t stand up for the poor guy at the time, but I did leave chewed up gum on her chair on a regular basis, letting the kid in question know. Which kinda made up for the humilation for him.
My wife, who doesn’t share the insights reached by our nightly, traditional “one too many” adult beverages, insists on correcting the spelling and syntactical force of the above insight. It should read “Eleanor Clift is to journalism as whatever the hell Montfuckinggomery Clift is to acting (not counting talent, good looks and an attractive agent).
Eleanor writes while wearing a strap on, balancing a gag ball on her nose and eating corn on the cobb through a picket fence.
It’s worth listening to John McLaughlin each week just to see Eleanor and Tony Blankley go at it. Of course, when the heat gets to be too much for her, John always steps up as white knight to save her. Talk about shrill!
Anyone who makes a satirical pinata out of Eleanor Clift is a hero in my book. Thanks!
I have to admit, my choice for “least intelligent TV pundit” changes on an almost weekly basis between Eleanor Clift and Juan “Brit Hume’s human punching bag” Williams. Over the long run, I’d have to give the title to Clift, just because Williams will occassionally buckle and admit that the facts don’t match up with his reality. The next time Eleanor admits she was wrong will be the first.
I can’t stand listening to the harpy long enough to get interested in her error-prone content. I see her writing is just as enervating.
She’s been a flaming moron since flaming morons were first invented.
She’s like Flaming Moron version 0.90.
Toothache? Listening to Eleanor screech? Too close to call.
I couldn’t get through two paragraphs before my eyes began to bleed.
Bastard.
Dude! Click that Patti Davis link at the bottom of of the Clift drivel. I’m sure you could have some fun with that.
Whats a strap on? and why do I always seem to have to ask questions here?
Umm. If you don’t know what a strap-on is, you probably don’t want to know.
I’ll tell you anyway but I’ll put it politely. It’s an item used by a woman who wants to temporarily emulate a man.
Why would a woman EVER want to do that????????
You know what? don’t answer that. I don’t want to know.
Doesn’t Eleanor remind you of the meanest bitchest teacher you ever had? The one who totally humilated the class loser to the point where you wanted to step in. In my case, Mrs. Teetson ( her name might explain her anger at the world )
I couldn’t stand up for the poor guy at the time, but I did leave chewed up gum on her chair on a regular basis, letting the kid in question know. Which kinda made up for the humilation for him.
I see why Newsweek wouldn’t want her in the magazine. Some “exclusive.”
Elenor Clift is to journalism what Montgomery Clift is to acting (not counting talent, attractiveness and a good agent).
Okay, okay…
My wife, who doesn’t share the insights reached by our nightly, traditional “one too many” adult beverages, insists on correcting the spelling and syntactical force of the above insight. It should read “Eleanor Clift is to journalism as whatever the hell Montfuckinggomery Clift is to acting (not counting talent, good looks and an attractive agent).
I stand corrected, and thanks for your support.