America deserves good answers
By Libby
I stole the heading for this post from the ad banner that runs above William "Krazy" Kristol's latest parody piece disguised as a serious editorial. It's an ad for auto insurance or something, but it struck me as a remarkably true statement. Unfortunately, America won't be finding any of those in the underlying text of Kristol's latest kraziness.
Kristol's current rewrite of his threadbare arguments is barely worth quoting. As Steve Benen points out, he's like an old scratched vinyl 45, endlessly repeating a vacuous recording made in 2003. However, a couple of his points brought out the snark in me. In speaking of Cindy Sheehan, he notes,
Leaving aside the lack of merit in the statement, I can't help but think that it's too bad the neo-conservanuts are unable to recognize when one of their own has become such an embarrassment, else Kristol would be keeping Cindy company in his imaginary bin. But it was his closing statement that raised the biggest sardonic chuckle.
We anticipate that William will be showing his support and admiration by immediately moving his office to the Baghdad embassy, from whence he can dispense his tender accolades personally to the troops he so reveres. Perhaps he might even be persuaded to demonstrate his conviction on the surge's success by joining in the Pentagon's new PR efforts and walking around outside of the Green Zone, making eye contact while smiling warmly and waving to the people.
That's a mission this progressive would gladly support -- and admire.
[cross-posted to The Reaction]
I stole the heading for this post from the ad banner that runs above William "Krazy" Kristol's latest parody piece disguised as a serious editorial. It's an ad for auto insurance or something, but it struck me as a remarkably true statement. Unfortunately, America won't be finding any of those in the underlying text of Kristol's latest kraziness.
Kristol's current rewrite of his threadbare arguments is barely worth quoting. As Steve Benen points out, he's like an old scratched vinyl 45, endlessly repeating a vacuous recording made in 2003. However, a couple of his points brought out the snark in me. In speaking of Cindy Sheehan, he notes,
When she became an embarrassment, she, like others before her, was tossed onto the trash heap of history by her progressive minders.
Leaving aside the lack of merit in the statement, I can't help but think that it's too bad the neo-conservanuts are unable to recognize when one of their own has become such an embarrassment, else Kristol would be keeping Cindy company in his imaginary bin. But it was his closing statement that raised the biggest sardonic chuckle.
They are our best and bravest, fighting for all of us against a brutal enemy in a difficult and frustrating war. They are the 9/11 generation. The left slanders them. We support them. More than that, we admire them.
We anticipate that William will be showing his support and admiration by immediately moving his office to the Baghdad embassy, from whence he can dispense his tender accolades personally to the troops he so reveres. Perhaps he might even be persuaded to demonstrate his conviction on the surge's success by joining in the Pentagon's new PR efforts and walking around outside of the Green Zone, making eye contact while smiling warmly and waving to the people.
That's a mission this progressive would gladly support -- and admire.
[cross-posted to The Reaction]
Labels: Iraq, Media, military, neo-conservatives, surge, Wingnuts
posted by Libby Spencer at 3:15 PM
2 Comments:
The pathetic collection of leftardo human experimenters whom Astrologers call those cursed with having the awful birthmark of "Neptune in Libra." meaning those susceptible to every sort of light-headed whimsical vagary of mood and temperament taken seriously, were also cursed with being hailed as the vanguard of the Age of Aquarius. Seems these vacant degenerates actually believed their press and acted out a hilarious GENERATIONAL DEGENERATION because they were predisposed, if you believe their astrological Neptunian karma, to believe the shallow, spurious, specious silly folderol that passed as their specific destiny. Some resisted, most did not, leaving us with poop, I mean pop, heroes like Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Boob Dylan, and a whole panoply of early demisers worthy of being the yang to their parents' yin, or vice versa. Janis, and dozens of other early bloomers faded before noon of their life trajectories.
The Weekly Standard has a good run-down on just how good these young Gen-X and Gen Y are compared to their slacker drugged-out squalid forebears. The lotus rises from the fecal material is the Oriental way of comprehending how the new generation of winners has been spawned by a human-garbage sleaze-dump mound of self-serving narcissistic bio-mass which has given itself over to the most ridiculous autistic solipsistic self-referential solecisms since the age of Incroyable et Merveilleuse, back in the 1790s. Please google for the reference.
Luckily for the French, after that they found a leader who had a pair, and could keep their country from being overrun by silly bantamweights like the Islamist froth-mouth hysterics and their in-country fifth column at the NYT, WaPo, and broadcast networks.
Oh, that we in the USA should be so lucky two centuries later!
Ah, the dirty, stinking hippie argument. I see the new generation of Young Republicans are signing up in droves. Heck Dean found, what, three whole recruits.
Everything these guys have said for the last five years has been wrong. How can you possibly defend them Dave? Who are you - Kristol's cousin or something?
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