I saw Phil Donahue on a talk program some years back. Larry King, maybe? I don’t remember who.
Anyway, he spent the whole interview being exasperated. Steepling his fingers (I hate that) and talking with his eyes closed (which generally means you are lying) and sighing a lot.
He came across as a total fraud and a poser with the intellectual heft of a piece of giftwrap. Although, giftwrap has a purpose in life.
Yeah, intellectual is the wrong word, though I’m struggling with the right one. He’s such a lightweight in trying his usual tricks on Milton Friedman who calls him on it every time he tries.
If I could change one aspect of my personality I would like to be the happy warrior that Milton Friedman was. It seems so much more effective to just smile and explain patiently. He rarely questions motives, knows what he believes and can argue it coherently and forcefully without being rude or combative.
“Fairness means someone has to decide what’s fair.” I love that. Liberals talk all kinds of shit about fairness, but don’t stop to consider that someone has to decide. And then of course someone has to enforce the “fairness”.
I don’t have a problem with Donahue. Damn, the guy sat there and had Milt Friedman kick his ass for an hour straight, and did so without once losing his shit. Friedman, of course, was genial and easygoing through the whole thing, and effortlessly kicked the shit out of each and every one of Donahue’s gotchas. It takes some kind of composure to endure that, I think. It’s got to be the journalistic equivalent of a bris, sans a local anaesthetic.
This is a classic. I want to bronze it and put it on my wall, but I’m not sure how to do with that.
Thanks Jeff. I love that clip.
Money magically appears, like manna from heaven, and the people who have more must have taken it from those who have less.
33:20. Except instead of three decades of mismanagement of the economy we now stand at six decades of mismanagement of the economy.
So much deja vu in this video. The more things change the more they stay the same.
Oh, and Phil Donahue is such an intellectual jerk.
Phil Donahue is a pretentious semi-pseudo-intellectual jackass.
Calling him an intellectual is an insult to intellectuals.
Also, he’s pussy-whipped by Marlo Thomas.
There was a time in my life when I would have seen that as a good thing. Possibly even the fulfillment of all of my wants and needs.
Ok, I was 8 years old. But I had me a crush.
I saw Phil Donahue on a talk program some years back. Larry King, maybe? I don’t remember who.
Anyway, he spent the whole interview being exasperated. Steepling his fingers (I hate that) and talking with his eyes closed (which generally means you are lying) and sighing a lot.
He came across as a total fraud and a poser with the intellectual heft of a piece of giftwrap. Although, giftwrap has a purpose in life.
Human oragami for Marlo Thomas’s amusement? That’s no way to go through life.
Yeah, intellectual is the wrong word, though I’m struggling with the right one. He’s such a lightweight in trying his usual tricks on Milton Friedman who calls him on it every time he tries.
If I could change one aspect of my personality I would like to be the happy warrior that Milton Friedman was. It seems so much more effective to just smile and explain patiently. He rarely questions motives, knows what he believes and can argue it coherently and forcefully without being rude or combative.
“Fairness means someone has to decide what’s fair.” I love that. Liberals talk all kinds of shit about fairness, but don’t stop to consider that someone has to decide. And then of course someone has to enforce the “fairness”.
I don’t have a problem with Donahue. Damn, the guy sat there and had Milt Friedman kick his ass for an hour straight, and did so without once losing his shit. Friedman, of course, was genial and easygoing through the whole thing, and effortlessly kicked the shit out of each and every one of Donahue’s gotchas. It takes some kind of composure to endure that, I think. It’s got to be the journalistic equivalent of a bris, sans a local anaesthetic.
This is a classic. I want to bronze it and put it on my wall, but I’m not sure how to do with that.
I also wish I were a happy warrior. However, that is just not who I am.
Happy Warriors tend to frown a little after their third or fourth back-stab wound that looks suspiciously like it was made by an elephant’s tusk.