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November 28, 2009
What Dubai's Financial Crisis Means.
Dubai, the Emirate (now having pumped all the oil from under the sand) refused to step in and guarantee the debts of the wholey owned Dubai World Group today. The self-fueled building boom balloon popped and the pop was heard round the world.
Investors, concerned that governments, owing trillions of dollars in debt, might start opting one by one to not pay them, are pulling back, recoiling even further. Who can blame them? One new commentator suggested today that Dubai needed a stimulus (one that didn't work like the ObamaPlan) based on more borrowing. It makes no sense for Dubai to do that and it made no sense when we did it last Spring.
The Obama Administration wants to borrow another trillion dollars and use it to "stimulate the economy". I can't speak to Dubai's woes, but I can suggest that what we need less of is government spending, less government involvement in our lives at every level. The US Government has proved itself incapable of prudence, restraint or showing any real competence at all in just about any program it has undertaken. We need to learn from Dubai's insane excesses (which mirror our own).
November 27, 2009
Do Americans love the Underdog?
The Competing Narratives of Barry and Sarah
By Jack Cashill
American Thinker
In the spring of 1964, Sarah Heath, then just three months old, flew into backwater Skagway, Alaska (population 650) aboard a 1930s-era Grumman Goose to start a new life with her parents, brother, and sister.
At that same time, in America's other new outlier state, Hawaii, two-year-old Barry Obama was just getting used to a fatherless existence in the otherwise-comfortable world his white grandparents and occasionally his mother would make for him.
At the time, not even Nostradamus could have foretold that the paths of Barry and Sarah would intersect in the "historic" 2008 election, Barry as the first major party presidential nominee of African descent and Sarah as the first woman with a real shot at the vice-presidency.
Each would change names before reaching the national stage. Barry Obama would become Barry Soetero, and then Barack Obama. Sarah Heath would become Sarah Palin after eloping with the formidable Todd Palin. Obama would chronicle his journey in the 1995 memoir, Dreams From My Father and the 2006 sequel, The Audacity of Hope. Palin would chronicle hers in the 2009 memoir, Going Rogue: An American Life.
How the literary/media establishment would respond to the respective memoirs of these two political figures would reveal far less about the authenticity, honesty, and literary quality of the tales the authors told than it would about the collective mindset of that establishment.
From a classical perspective, Palin's is the more compelling narrative. The obstacles that she must overcome to fulfill her destiny are many, varied, and real. Raised in the frozen outback by a schoolteacher father and a school secretary mom, Palin accomplishes nothing without a good deal of work, often under difficult physical circumstances.
Palin takes a semester or two off to pay for college. She works at a diner over the summer. She enters the Miss Alaska contest to help pay tuition and is awarded second runner-up and "Miss Congeniality." She interns during other summers to become a sports reporter.
After college, Palin joins fiancé Todd on his Bristol Bay salmon boat. During slow salmon runs, she works "messy, obscure seafood jobs" until she can find a job as sports reporter, and even then she keeps returning to Bristol Bay when the salmon are in season.
Throughout this period, despite the hard work and harsh environment, Palin never loses her sense of wonder about the spectacular natural theater in which she is so very much at home. When asked about the state's best attributes during a Miss Alaska pageant, Palin responds, "its beauty and everything that the great Alaska outdoors has to offer." Prophetically, she also plugs the state's "potential in drilling for oil," which, even then, "Outsiders don't understand."
Back in Hawaii, either through his grandparents' connections or by dint of affirmative action, Obama spends grades five through twelve at Hawaii's poshest prep school. Like Palin, he plays basketball, but while she is leading her school to the state championship, he is a second stringer on a team whose wins and losses go unremarked. The only scores Obama shares are the imagined racial ones that need to be settled, a working out of his "pervasive sense of grievance and animosity against [his] mother's race."
In his recent book Barack and Michelle, Christopher Andersen quotes a black friend who rejected Obama's claimed reason for being benched in a particular game.
No, Barry, it's not because you're black. It's because you missed two shots in a row.Obama admits to "marginal report cards" in prep school, but his underperformance does not diminish his dreams. He hits the mainland in the late 1970s with the "diversity" movement in full flower. Diversity's rationale is that people of varied cultures enrich the educational experience. Obama's upbringing, however, has been thoroughly white and elitist. The diversity bean-counters couldn't care less. His skin color improves their "metrics." Obama will ride this pony far.
After two druggy, uninspired years at Occidental College, Obama transfers to the Ivy League -- Columbia, to be precise. In Dreams, Obama dedicates one half of a sentence to a summer job on a construction site. Otherwise, he is silent on how his tuition might have been paid for. As to his grades and SAT scores, it would be easier to pry North Korea's nuclear secrets out of Kim Jong-Il.
After several years as a low-paid community organizer in Chicago, Obama decides to return to law school. Despite a lack of resources and a mediocre performance at Columbia -- he does not graduate with honors -- Obama limits his choices to "Harvard, Yale, Stanford." He had absorbed the diversity zeitgeist deeply enough to see success as an entitlement.
In the spring of 1989, during Obama's first year at Harvard Law, Palin's "life truly began" with the birth of her oldest son, Track. That summer, with Todd working a blue-collar job on the North Slope oil fields, Palin, her father, and their Eskimo partner work Todd's commercial fishing boat in Bristol Bay. Palin's mother, meanwhile, baby-sits the ten-week-old Track.
In 1992, while an anxious Obama dithers in an office that the University of Chicago has given him to write Dreams, half of his $150,000 advance already cashed, Palin is pulling her babies, Track and Bristol, along on a sled as she goes door-to-door seeking votes in her run for Wasilla city council.
Not yet thirty, Palin settles upon the philosophy that will guide her political career: reducing taxes "and redefining government's proper role." Like few Republicans this side of Ronald Reagan, Palin will adhere to these principles throughout her political ascent.
Not surprisingly, Palin's tenacity makes enemies among those who have cashed in their Republican heritage for the perks and power of office. Palin's perseverance in the face of this resistance makes for compelling political drama. That she is a woman challenging the good old boys of backroom Alaska heightens that drama.
Yet despite pushing the boundaries of female accomplishment throughout her career -- as sports reporter, as commercial fisherman, as councilwoman, as mayor, as oil and gas commissioner, as governor, as vice-presidential candidate -- Palin never loses her sense of the feminine. Having five children surely helps. So does living in an environment where manly virtues still matter.
An exchange with the larger-than-life Todd helps clarify Alaskan reality. Todd is a four-time winner of the Iron Dog competition, a 2,200 mile snowmobiling marathon. One night, Sarah expresses interest in competing. Says Todd:
"Can you get the back end of a six-hundred-pound machine unstuck by yourself with open water up to your thighs, then change out an engine at forty below in the pitch black on a frozen river and replace thrashed shocks and jury rig a suspension using tree limbs along the trail?"Todd lives his Eskimo heritage. He does not just dream about it, let alone exploit it.
When Sarah answers "Nope," Todd replies, "Then go back to sleep, Sarah."
While Palin is slugging through Alaska's political morass like a determined Iditarod musher, Obama is cruising through Illinois politics on skids greased by his Chicago cronies. In his 2004 run for U.S. Senate, both his chief primary opponent and his expected general election opponent are undone by damaging personal information leaked to the media. Obama wins both elections easily.
The combination of his black genes and white upbringing makes the famously "articulate and bright and clean" Obama an irresistible choice to keynote the race-conscious 2004 Democratic convention. "I mean, that's a storybook, man," alleges the inimitable Joe Biden.
The story told in Dreams will become a huge bestseller in the wake of the 2004 convention. The lofty, lyrical style of the book will seal the Ivy-educated Obama's reputation as a genius, and its much-celebrated narrative would serve as a foundational myth for Obama's ascent to the White House.
Said NEA chairman Rocco Landesman just last month, reiterating the accepted wisdom of the chattering classes, "This is the first president that actually writes his own books since Teddy Roosevelt and arguably the first to write them really well since Lincoln."
The establishment will not be so kind to Palin. In the week of Going Rogue's release, the New York Times house conservative David Brooks will call her "a joke." Dick Cavett, the Norma Desmond of TV talk, will dismiss her as a "know-nothing." Ex-con Dem fundraiser Martha Stewart will brand Palin "a dangerous person." And literally thousands of lesser liberal lights will deride her as "stupid," an "idiot," or a "moron" (8.5 million Google hits and counting for "Palin" "moron").
In that same week, Chris Matthews was worrying out loud that Obama was "too darned intellectual," and author Michael Eric Dyson was celebrating Obama's "sexy brilliance." But while the Associated Press was sending a platoon of reporters to fact-check Palin's book, neither the AP nor any other media outlet dared check either Dreams or Audacity of Hope.
They likely feared what they would find -- namely that Obama's genius depends solely on his willingness to lie about it. "I've written two books," Obama told a crowd of teachers in Virginia last year. "I actually wrote them myself." He did no such thing. He had massive help with both books.
Although the prose of Dreams is often lyrical, it is not Obama's. As I have argued in these pages, and as Christopher Andersen has confirmed, Obama's gifted friend Bill Ayers gussied up the rough outlines of Obama's life and imposed upon them the mythic dimensions of Homer's Odyssey. To accomplish this, the authors invented any number of incidents, many of which are easily disproved. For a serious seeker of facts, Dreams is Sutter Creek in 1848.
In Going Rogue, by contrast, Palin does not shy from crediting Lynn Vincent for "her indispensable help in getting the words on paper." And yet the story is told honestly and sincerely in Palin's voice. There is no artifice, no postmodern mumbo-jumbo, and not a sentence in the book that Palin could not have written herself. My personal favorite, "I love meat." I suspect that, unaided, journalism major and former reporter Palin is a better writer than Obama.
Left to their own devices, Palin is clearly the better speaker. In Going Rogue's climactic moment, the unknown Palin serves up the most dazzling convention speech in modern political history, and she does so in spite of a malfunctioning teleprompter. "I knew the speech well enough that I didn't need it," writes Palin.
Had Obama's teleprompter malfunctioned at the 2004 convention, he would not be president. He has always depended on the eloquence of others. So thoroughly hooked on the teleprompter is Obama that the irrepressible Biden jokes about it. "What am I going to tell the president?" Biden asked the crowd at the Air Force Academy after a teleprompter blew over. "Tell him his teleprompter is broken? What will he do then?"
In the final analysis, Going Rogue is a better book than Dreams. No Republican has ever held Palin up as a genius, literary or otherwise, but her narrative is as shrewd, sensitive, and straightforward as its author.
Dreams, on the other hand, is merely a well-crafted fraud.
November 26, 2009
Out of a long, hard winter comes ... Thanksgiving
The first Thansgiving in 1621 came after a long, hard winter. The deepest and most heartfelt thanks, it seems, usually spring from such circumstances.
Even before they headed for their new home, the Pilgrims experienced persecution and hardship. We know the story's highlights -- they came to America to worship Christ freely. On their voyage here, many of them got very sick. Once they arrived, things got much worse. A harsh winter was upon them and many perished. In fact, over half of the Pilgrims on the Mayflower did not make it through that first winter. Whole families died. Often there were barely enough healthy men to remove the dead.
This was real hardship.
The winter faded to spring, and with God's hand guiding them along with the miraculous help of an English-speaking Indian friend named Squanto, the Pilgrims learned to survive in their new home.
When harvest arrived the coming year, one could see how perhaps at least some of these earliest Americans would have been bitter, doubting, and perhaps wondering if it had all been worth it. Surely, some must have felt that way. But ... as they had the previous winter, these first New Englanders chose to press onward. They decided to give thanks, in spite of the fact that the challenges the Pilgrims faced make most of ours -- certainly mine included -- seem miniscule.
Actually, the Pilgrims were shaping American and world history, although I am sure they didn't see their role as impacting the character and spirit of a new nation for generations to come. But that's how it goes with those who take the "long view." They quietly toil along in the day-to-day, doing the right thing, and they just stay at it in whatever God has laid before them ... because that's what they know they were created to do. We may not notice it at the time, but these sorts of people end up cutting a wide swath in our lives, and history smiles on them as a result.
But what about us? What history are we making and shaping by our decisions and attitudes today?
Ingratitude is a decision to believe that one is entitled to more than he or she has gotten thus far. Ingratitude leads to one's possessions, life, blessings, and world seemingly shrinking. That is, there becomes even more to be ungrateful about.
Thankfulness is also a choice, a realization of blessings that can be seen by those who are willing to look for them. A thankful heart leads one to see even more to be thankful for. Funny, but it's almost as if we were wired that way.
I have a lot to be thankful for. How about you?
I have told our kids that each day they wake up they have at least three things to be thankful for:
1) Your eyes opened -- If you are alive for another day, it means there is still purpose for going on. There are things to do, people to meet and minister to, and adventures that lie ahead. So, get to it and be thankful that you've got another day;
2) You are an American -- As such, you have more freedom, opportunity and wide-open skies than most all of the population of the world that has ever lived. You've hit history's lottery. And yes, this is true even today. So, live like it. Be thankful. Go find your God-given purpose; and
3) As a Christian, you have have access to God's grace and resources -- Thus, we can live freely, with energy, and with a higher purpose. We live knowing that each day counts not just here, but in eternity. Our smallest, seemingly insignificant tasks take on meaning with this perspective. Check out I Corinthians 10:31. Knowing this truth, we are free to really make a difference in our families and spheres of influence.
Grateful people make a lasting impact.
And by the way ... thanks for reading. And thanks to Nick for giving this "homeless" blogger a little sliver of internets pie in which to write.
Thanks to God for making every good thing in my life possible.
Happy Thanksgiving, every one.
Photo courtesy of magickcanoe.com
November 25, 2009
November 24, 2009
You must read this article... It's powerful
The Wilding of Sarah Palin
by Robin of Berkeley in American Thinker
When I was in college, I read a book that changed my life. It was Susan Brownmiller's tome, Against Our Will: Men, Women, and Rape, which explained rape as an act of power instead of just lust. What I found particularly chilling was the chapter on war -- how rape is used to terrorize a population and destroy the enemy's spirit.
While edifying, the book magnified the vulnerability I already felt as a female. Fear of rape became a constant dread, and I sought a solution that would help shield me from danger.
The answer: seek safe harbor within the Democratic Party. I even became an activist for feminist causes, including violence against women. Liberalism would protect me from the big, bad conservatives who wished me harm.
Like for most feminists, it was a no-brainer for me to become a Democrat. Liberal men, not conservatives, were the ones devoted to women's issues. They marched at my side in support of abortion rights. They were enthusiastic about women succeeding in the workplace.
As time went on, I had many experiences that should have made me rethink my certainty. But I remained nestled in cognitive dissonance -- therapy jargon for not wanting to see what I didn't want to see.
One clue: the miscreants who were brutalizing me didn't exactly look Reagan-esque. In middle and high schools, they were minority kids enraged about forced busing. On the streets of New York City and Berkeley, they were derelicts and hoodlums.
Another red flag: while liberal men did indeed hold up those picket signs, they didn't do anything else to protect me. In fact, their social programs enabled bad behavior and bred chaos in urban America. And when I was accosted by thugs, those leftist men were missing in action.
What else should have tipped me off? Perhaps the fact that so many men in ultra-left Berkeley are sleazebags. Rarely a week goes by that I don't hear stories from my young female clients about middle-aged men preying on them. With the rationale of moral relativism, these creeps feel they can do anything they please.
What finally woke me up were the utterances of "bitch," "witch," and "monster" toward Hillary Clinton and her supporters early last year. I was shocked into reality: the trash-talk wasn't coming from conservatives, but from male and female liberals.
I finally beheld what my eyes had refused to see: that leftists are Mr. and Ms. Misogyny. Neither the males nor the females care a whit about women.
Women are continually sacrificed on the altar of political correctness. If under radical Islam women are enshrouded and stoned and beheaded, so be it.
My other epiphanies: those ponytailed guys were marching for abortion rights not because they cherished women's reproductive freedom, but to keep women available for free and easy sex.
And the eagerness for women to make good money? If women work hard, leftist men don't have to.
Then along came Sarah, and the attacks became particularly heinous. And I realized something even more chilling about the Left. Leftists not only sacrifice and disrespect women, but it's far worse: many are perpetuators.
The Left's behavior towards Palin is not politics as usual. By their laser-focus on her body and her sexuality, leftists are defiling her.
They are wilding her. And they do this with the full knowledge and complicity of the White House.
The Left has declared war on Palin because she threatens their existence. Liberals need women dependent and scared so that women, like blacks, will vote Democrat.
A strong, self-sufficient woman, Palin eschews liberal protection. Drop her off in the Alaskan bush and she'll survive just fine, thank you very much. Palin doesn't need or want anything from liberals -- not hate crimes legislation that coddles her, and not abortion, which she abhors.
Palin is a woman of deep and abiding faith. She takes no marching orders from messiah-like wannabes like Obama.
And so the Left must try to destroy her. And they are doing this in the most malicious of ways: by symbolically raping her.
Just like a perpetuator, they dehumanize her by objectifying her body. They undress her with their eyes.
Liberals do this by calling her a c__t, ogling her legs, demeaning her with names like "slutty flight attendant" and "Trailer Park Barbie," and exposing her flesh on the cover of Newsweek.
And from Atlantic Magazine's Andrew Sullivan: "Sarah Palin's vagina is the font of all evil in the galaxy."
Nothing is off-limits, not actress Sandra Bernhard's wish that Palin be gang-raped or the sexualization of Palin's daughters.
As every woman knows, leering looks, lurid words, and veiled threats are intended to evoke terror. Sexual violence is a form of terrorism.
The American Left has a long history of defiling people to control and break them. The hard core '60s leftists were masters of guerrilla warfare, like the Symbionese Liberation Army repeatedly raping Patty Hearst. Huey P. Newton sent a male Black Panther to the hospital, bloodied and damaged from a punishment of sodomy.
The extreme Left still consider themselves warriors, righteous soldiers for their Marxist cause. With Palin, they use sexual violence as part of their military arsenal.
Palin is not the only intended victim. As Against Our Will described, the brutality is also aimed at men. By forcing men to witness Palin's violation, the Left tries to emasculate conservative men and render them powerless.
The wilding of any woman is reprehensible. But defiling a mother of five with a babe in her arms, and a grandmother to boot, is particularly obscene. It is, of course, Palin's unapologetic motherhood that fuels the leftist fire.
Because as a mother and a fertile woman, Palin is as close to the sacred as a person gets. She is not just politically pro-life. Her whole being emanates life, which is a stark contrast to the darkness of the Left, the life-despoilers.
These "progressives" are so alienated from the sacred that they perceive nothing as sacred. And they will destroy anyone whose goodness shines a mirror on their pathology. The spiritually barren must annihilate the vital and the fertile.
It has been almost two years since I woke up and broke up with liberalism. During these many months, I've discovered that everything I believed was wrong.
But the biggest shock of all has been realizing that the Democratic Party is hardly an oasis for women. Now that it has been infiltrated by the hard Left, it's a dangerous place for women, children, and other living things.
In the wilding of Sarah Palin, the Left shows its true colors. Rather than shield the vulnerable, leftists will mow down any man, woman, or child who gets in their way. Instead of a movement of hope and change, it is a cauldron of hate.
From Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it.
In these dark times, with spiritually bankrupt people at the helm, thank God we have bright lights like Sarah Palin to illuminate the darkness.
A frequent AT contributor, Robin is a psychotherapist and a recovering liberal in Berkeley.
Gentlemen, prepare your hankies
If DC is gonna start posting football
content, let's go right to the classics vault.
content, let's go right to the classics vault.
November 23, 2009
Mark Mangino: Too Tough for Kansas Now
In case you haven't heard, Mark Mangino, the head coach of the Kansas University football team, is on the hot seat. Apparently, he poked a player in the chest and also made some untoward motivational comments. Wow ... at least there were no panties put on heads. Are there no frat boys on that team, or what?
Well, I reviewed the list of horribles that is floating in the internet ether, and it appears that Mangino may have used the word "homeys" in talking with black players, in addition to making a disparaging comment referencing a player's alcoholic father, and asking one player if he wanted to go back to the old neighborhood and get shot "with his homeys". Here is a good summary of Mangino's smack.
In case you are not familiar with Mangino, he is a fellow of some (actually, a lot of) heft, and he is prone to angry rants. After Vince Young pulled off a miracle comeback with a 4th-and-17 scramble back in '04, Mangino took to the podium and accused the referees of being on the take so they could get the Longhorns into the BCS mix. It was priceless.
Well, I reviewed the list of horribles that is floating in the internet ether, and it appears that Mangino may have used the word "homeys" in talking with black players, in addition to making a disparaging comment referencing a player's alcoholic father, and asking one player if he wanted to go back to the old neighborhood and get shot "with his homeys". Here is a good summary of Mangino's smack.
In case you are not familiar with Mangino, he is a fellow of some (actually, a lot of) heft, and he is prone to angry rants. After Vince Young pulled off a miracle comeback with a 4th-and-17 scramble back in '04, Mangino took to the podium and accused the referees of being on the take so they could get the Longhorns into the BCS mix. It was priceless.
Mangino is a character, and his motivational techniques are old school.
Here is my thought: It's not my style to lead like Mangino does or go on the verbal tirades that he has. But, so what? His style has worked. He made that bunch of pansies at KU into a real football team -- indeed, the best they have been in school history -- in leading them to a 12-1 record and an Orange Bowl victory in '08. But now the Jayhawks are losing games, and so Mangino is losing friends. The long knives of disgruntled, former players are out.
What apparently started it all is one current player whining about getting poked in the chest.
During Texas's 51-20 victory over Kansas on Saturday night, Kerry Meier, one of KU's fine senior receivers, came across the middle and made a diving attempt for a Todd Reesing pass. UT safety Blake Gideon then delivered a crushing blow to separate Meier from the ball. I was looking for a head to be flying with the ball. Meier, to his credit, popped right up.
Then I thought ... These in the "we all get a trophy crowd" are worried about words? They should be worried about the Texas secondary. Those guys are playing for keeps, and their defensive staff is pushing them hard and accepting nothing less than a championship-caliber effort. A guy got poked in the chest? I promise you, Meier would have loved to have been only poked by Gideon at that moment.
This is where such craziness goes. Fearing words, we are unprepared for real conflict. Fearing the possibility that sensibilities will be offended, people really get hurt. We don't treat young men like men, and then we expect them to act like men? No, they go back to playing football like, well, Kansas.
Don't worry. Once they fire Mangino (apparently, all but a done deal), the Jayhawks will be back to playing their brand of metrosexual football soon enough. But at least no one will hurt their feelings, except for the other teams in the Big 12, that is.
To his credit, Mangino is crusty but he has a sense of perspective in our politically-correct world run amok. Last week, some one asked Mangino about having a difficult time as rumors swirled about his imminent departure. He then told a story about a former player he had been in contact with who was battling cancer. "That is a bad week," Mangino said. "I've had a great week."
Okay, in case you haven't seen it, check out this video of Mangino dressing down a player who just scored a touchdown and got an excessive celebration penalty. Personally, I think this tirade should guarantee him a 10-year contract.
It seems the lad thought he was all that. Mangino was upset about the 15-yard penalty, but if you listen to the rant ... hear what else he was bothered by:
Yes, it seems that Coach Mangino has this thing about his football players looking out for things more important than their own personal interests, feelings, and emotions.
It's about team first. I guess that's "old school", too.
November 22, 2009
What?? A scandal in the Democrat Party?
Examiner's York gets goods on Americorps
On Friday, The Washington Examiner's chief political correspondent, Byron York, had another stunning report on the scandal involving the firing of Americorps Inspector General Gerald Walpin. Earlier this year, Walpin was fired in what appears to be a politically motivated attempt by Democrats to silence his investigation into allegations of misuse of $800,000 in federal funds by Sacramento mayor and former NBA star Kevin Johnson. The funds were provided by the federal Americorps program to St. Hope, a nonprofit school that Johnson then headed.
York's latest blockbuster is his reporting of a congressional report prepared by Sen. Charles Grassley, R-Iowa, and Rep. Darrell Issa, R-Calif. While probing the misuse of funds allegations, congressional investigators were told that Johnson made improper advances toward three young women at St. Hope. The report also alleges that Michelle Rhee, D.C.'s nationally-celebrated chancellor of schools and now Johnson's fiancee, acted as a fixer for her future husband when she was on the St. Hope board of directors. Rhee allegedly reassured St. Hope employees that she would investigate Johnson's inappropriate conduct. Shortly afterward, Johnson's personal attorney visited one of the young women making the accusations. At about the same time, investigators were told, Johnson offered one of the women $1,000 a month to keep quiet.
Walpin was cleared of any wrongdoing by the Integrity Committee of the Council of the Inspectors General on Integrity and Efficiency. The Obama administration still defends the decision to fire Walpin, but a growing body of evidence suggests the president's aides feared Walpin would expose corruption of two rising stars in the Democratic Party.
York has doggedly and fairly covered this story from the beginning. Too bad reporters at other mainstream media outlets didn't do the same. To the extent the Walpin story has gotten any attention, the coverage has been appallingly slanted. The latest Los Angeles Times headline, for example, reads, "Republicans criticize dismissal of Americorps watchdog." The facts, which are inconvenient things and belong to no political party, show clearly that Walpin was digging into Democratic malfeasance.
Hat tip to The Washington Examiner
Next? The Ken AK-47 and Suicide Vest...
Take a look HERE. The subversive effects of capitalist mass-marketing need to be evaluated here, and maybe appreciated.
This will enrage a lot of radical Islamist males, which is good. The more miserable they are, the better. And it might lead to another feminist Night of the Long Knives...with them driving their spikes into the hearts of beautiful dolls - to protest the difference between the injection-molded perfection of the doll and the little girl who owns one - but who unfortunately favors Grandma - piano legs, moles, and all.
Whatever irritates our opponents is a good thing.
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