Pollina to Voters: Send Me Your Money and Forget About the Issues
January 31, 2008 | 1 Comment
Hmm, I wonder if Hillary or Obama will be willing to get out of the way for a Nader campaign? Isn’t that what Anthony Pollina’s asking the Vermont Dems to do for him in his race for governor? I tell you, he must have bought a lot of people a cup of coffee during all his time at the coffee shops because – for some reason – people keep taking him seriously. Pollina is clearly the Teflon-wrapped loser of Vermont electoral politics. He just keeps losing and being nothing more than mediocre in his non-electoral endeavors but the media and his Prog sycophants keep drinking from his well. Perhaps that’s his greatest achievement: Doing very little other than basically hanging around but still being taken seriously. Not a bad gig – albeit boring after the first couple of decades.
Take Pollina’s current campaign for governor. After getting barrels full of ink for months with his little game “considering,” “thinking,” “intending” to challenge Gov. Douglas, Pollina has now announced that he’s raised more than $100,000 for his campaign. Great. Nice work. But what about the issues? Not a peep. I’ve read more about his haircut than his stand on any of the major issues.
I’m sorry, if you’ve been considering, thinking and intending to run for the state’s highest elected office for months and then raise $100,000 to do it, I would hope your single source of communicating with the voters would look better than this. Go ahead and click on his campaign website and see for yourself: The only function working there is the function to provide your credit card number and give him cash. Issues? None. Bio? None. Vision? Zero.
Wasn’t Pollina the one who understandably complained about the fixation the two big parties had with raising money? Yes, he was. And he once believed in campaign finance reform and public financing of elections – until, that is, it got in the way of his own political ambitions. Boy, oh boy, how times change. With convictions like these, who needs a third party?
I remember when the Pollina who gleefully gobbled up $300,000 of the taxpayers’ money to run for lite-guv in 2002 spoke about how insidious it was that candidates from the two major parties would build financial war chests to scare away the electoral competition. Oh well, never mind about that Pollina. Because the new one is now all for sucking up the cash, making it the focal point of his early campaign and trying to scare away the competition that seems all too scared of its own shadow anyway.
I guess I’m just old fashioned but I always thought a progressive or populist campaign would seek to highlight the issues and rally the people – not just their checkbooks. But, so far, Pollina’s campaign has made it clear that unless you’ve got a credit card and a willingness to just blindly believe that he’ll do and say the right things on the issues, it’s got no use for you.
Hey Tony, nice haircut. Now how about putting your thinking cap on and serving up some actual position papers, policy statements, visions, etc. And, please, update that website already. Or are you just waiting for the voters to visit with you at the coffee shop?
Exit Edwards. Enter Nader.
January 30, 2008 | 10 Comments
Bummed about Edwards dropping out? You shouldn’t be. Because about twenty minutes after he made his “I quit” announcement, Ralph Nader sent out word that he’s launched an exploratory committee for his own bid for the presidency in 2008. Cool. As a founding member of “Environmentalists Against Gore” in 2000, the thought of another Nader candidacy tickles my fancy. Those of us who truly believe in change need a candidate, you know.
I worked for a Nader group in the late 1980s in New York City and developed a good relationship with him when I went on to run Food & Water. He provided lots of help to our campaigns and provided great advice when we got whacked by John Stossel at ABC’s 20/20.
My favorite Nader story is when he called my house many years ago and my wife, Stacy, was certain it was my brother messing around. “Oh sure, Ralph,” she said, “he’s right here.” But it was Ralph, and he was calling to ask me why Food & Water’s anti-pesticide campaign was targeting Ben & Jerry’s. At the time, we were about to unveil the advertisements that declared “Ben & Jerry’s wants to save the world, but who will save us from Ben & Jerry’s?” You know, the kind of stuff that makes you really, really popular in Vermont.
I got the conversation off on the wrong foot by asking him who put him up to calling me. “No one puts me up to anything,” he tartly declared, before admitting that Ben Cohen was a friend of his and he truly wanted to know why we were picking on the ice cream mavericks.
So I told him about our numerous meetings with Ben & Jerry’s and the company’s ultimate rejection of our call for them to start the transition to organic. Believe it or not, Ben & Jerry’s declared that they had run the numbers and didn’t think they could “maximize profits” by shunning the carcinogenic chemicals like atrazine that are used abundantly on non-organic dairy farms in Vermont. How silly does that statement look today? But Ben & Jerry’s is STILL not organic.
None of us knew at the time that Ben Cohen and Jerry Greenfield were seriously checking out of the company at this time, even actively shopping it around for its eventual sale to the very socially irresponsible Unilever Corporation. Jerry and Ben are good guys, for sure, but they could have revolutionized Vermont agriculture by helping hundreds of Vermont dairy farms to transition to organic years ago and get ahead of the tremendous growth curve in that sector – not to mention stopping the pesticide pollution.
Ralph listened and, I think, understood what we were doing. But he did stay silent during the campaign, probably in deference to his buddy, Ben. That’s okay. I won’t hold it against him because we all know who was right, don’t we?
Besides, I like Ralph. He’s a fighter. And if you really want to talk about “change and experience,” Hillary and Obama aren’t even in the same stratosphere. Run Ralph, run.
The State of the Union.
January 29, 2008 | 3 Comments
The State of the Union is…well…rather sleepy. And confused. Lethargic. Self-doubting. And why not mention the bloating. I’m beginning to understand all the pharmaceutical commercials. But what would work for a nation bathing in a toxic brine of “what the fuck has been going on for eight years?” Sign us up for the sample pack. Pronto.
Oh my. That was ugly. Bush’s speech, that is. I found myself getting rather uncontrollably manic about a minute or two into it. I couldn’t sit still. I got up. I paced. I walked in and out of the room. But it wouldn’t go away. It was real: We were listening to King Ninny one more time.
The problem is that not even King Ninny seems to believe or be inspired by anything coming out of his own mouth. Watching and listening to his speech last night made me wonder if he even knows what’s coming out of his mouth any more. He just seems listless and bored. The right-wing hyenas that once pumped him up from the background have obviously left the building. Ladies and gentlemen, the President has put the nation on autopilot. Enjoy the ride.
As for a Democratic response….yeah right. Nancy Pelosi looked either really drunk or really tired sitting behind Bush during the speech. I mean, she made Dick Cheney look lively and energetic. It made for a nice visual metaphor, though: Bush droning on about bogeymen, tax breaks and snatching civil liberties while the top congressional Dem yawns. Hey Dems, look alive – the nation’s going down the tubes.
Most of the mainstream media seemed to think the Dem response was all about how Hillary & Barack were or were not mingling in the cheap seats. And we also got more than enough shots of Obama and Kennedy sitting together and chatting it up like old buddies. I’m sorry, but when did the Kennedy’s start to matter again? I thought we had come to the conclusion that the good ones were killed and the rest seem to be either too drunk or too mediocre to matter. Maybe not.
What a show. What a spectacle. What a shame.
Good morning, America. Don’t forget your meds.
Monday Random Blogging
January 28, 2008 | 7 Comments
Oh my. You folks are hard to hide from. Always lurking. Always looking for a way to just not think about what you should be thinking about. Hey, what’s another couple minutes away from the things you should be doing, right? Sure. And if you can’t find it here, you’ll find it. Because you’ll keep looking. You always do.
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I know, let’s take a peek at the presidential primaries: Ew. Never mind.
I mean, come on, the Dems are now fighting amongst themselves about whether or not Bill Clinton was the “first black president.” There is no hope.
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Speaking of Dems, can someone please tell me why universal health care is not being seriously addressed in the Vermont State House? Wouldn’t this be a good time for the Dem-majorities to use their muscle and draw one, big line in the sand with Governor Douglas on the health care issue? You know, something like passing a universal health care bill that covers all Vermonters just like Dr. Dinosaur covers all children? Put it on Douglas’ desk. Let him veto it if he so desires. But at least show some guts and pass something you believe in and that you know Vermonters need.
Instead, the Dems and the increasingly indistinguishable Progs are putting all the firepower of their “super-majority” status into a true half-measure: H.304, the bill that would provide universal hospital coverage to all Vermonters. Hospital coverage is great. But full medical coverage is what’s needed.
Besides, it seems pretty obvious to me what would happen if H.304 became law. As soon as Vermonters start dropping the hospital coverage in their health plans, the insurance companies will respond with steep increases to their non-hospital coverage plans. And then we’ll just be in a more confusing mess.
That’s why any plan to fix health care that continues to give health insurance corporations a central role is a waste of time. Worse, it’s a plan that will only serve as speed bump on the road to a single-payer system.
If Vermont can have a socialized lottery, why not socialized medicine?
And let’s not forget that we’ve also got a socialized police department, a socialized library, a socialized school system and socialized roads. Oh no! Where will it end?!
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“We swim, day by day, on a river of delusions, and are effectually amused with houses and towns in the air, of which the men about us are dupes. But life is a sincerity. In lucid intervals we say, ‘Let there be an entrance opened for me into realities; I have worn the fool’s cap too long.’”
- Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Uses of Great Men”
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Existential Knock-Knock.
Knock, knock.
Who’s there?
No one.
No one, who?
No one you need to know.
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“Blame it on the weekends.”
- Modest Mouse
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I finally finished Brock Clarke’s “An Arsonist’s Guide to Writers’ Homes in New England.” And I know I’m not enjoying a book when it gets “lapped” by other books in the queue. My conclusion: Great title, mediocre book (at best). I’m a sucker in the pursuit of the new, hip novelist. And I keep slogging through one book after another like Clarke’s that should have been a mere chapter in a collection of short stories. But because the world of short stories has all but died (anyone know why?), these good kernels of a story are stretched and stretched into a wafery version of its meatier self. Too long. And the longer they go, the more contrived they feel. It’s too bad, because the heart of Clarke’s “Arsonist’s Guide” is, indeed, a very funny tale. It’s just 280 pages too long.
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Sorry, but I’ve got to get to work on the list of crap I’m planning to buy when my $300 tax rebate check arrives this summer. I’m so excited. I don’t know how I’m going to make it all the way to July.
Dumb-Bunny Bomb
January 25, 2008 | 4 Comments
“When did the dumb-bunny bomb first hit U.S.A? How come everybody appreciated it so much?”
– Philip Whalen, Scenes of Life at the Capital
Movie & Music Blogging
January 22, 2008 | 5 Comments
Oh no. Blank page.
But let’s see what kind of random goodies we can fill it up with.
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I saw the movie “Juno” for the second time last night. It’s a very good film, almost refreshing. It’s nice to watch a movie and not feel like the creators of it think you’re a complete and total moron. My goodness, they treated me like an adult.
Juno was a “must-see” when I read about the soundtrack. How can you beat Kimya Dawson, Sonic Youth, Cat Power and Belle & Sebastian? I’m a fan of them all. Our ten-year old daughter’s favorite singer is Kimya Dawson. I turned her onto to Dawson a couple of years ago and now I can honestly say that I’ve heard this song about a thousand times.
Ellen Page plays the leading role in Juno perfectly – smart, edgy and just plain endearing. But just when it hints at sliding into the pit of sappiness the movie slaps you upside of the head with a hip quip or reference to make sure you – and it – aren’t taking things too seriously. Better yet, it does this while still being a serious movie. Perfect.
Go see it. And then see if you can avoid buying the soundtrack.
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Speaking of soundtracks, my wife left me for the soundtrack to “Into the Wild.” But that’s okay, I left her for the soundtrack to “Juno.”
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Speaking of music, I got a call from a friend last week asking if I wanted to go hear some upcoming music at Langdon Street Café. Tonight, to be precise. He knew one of the guitar players and heard the other guy was really good, too. Until then, it sounded like all the efforts friends use to get other friends out to hear some music with them. Well, who are they? I asked. Bow Thayer and Mike Press, he responded.
Both names rang a bell. Bow Thayer because he’s from Vermont and – well, you know how that goes in this artistically claustrophobic state. But how did I know the name “Mike Press”?
Well, all be damned, he was the musician who replaced me on the drums for the now legendary post-punk phenoms, Drunken Boat (circa late ‘80s and early ‘90s, New York City). Well, he was actually one of several folks who replaced me after I bolted the band in 1990 while under the influence of Wendell Berry and Edward Abbey and an urge to flee to the wilds of Vermont. It didn’t sit well with my brother, Todd, the leader of the band as its singer and songwriter. But we worked it out, and today he’s too tired training for Ironman triathlons to bother me much about it. Run boy, run. Oh yeah, and swim and bike, too.
But what an odd little night it should be. Worlds colliding, for sure. According to his website, Press is now playing guitar and performing alt-country music. Sorry, but the “alt-country” thing scares me. Or, at the very least, doesn’t interest me. And it’s certainly a long, long way from the music of Drunken Boat, once characterized as “think punk” by the New York Times.
In the early ‘90’s, the Times’ lead music critic, John Pareles, published a list of “Performers with a future.” He listed about ten bands and performers, including Nirvana, Fugazi, Travis Tritt and….Drunken Boat. Yeah, if it weren’t for that fucking Kurt Cobain we would have gone places.
Here’s a favorite line from a Pareles review:
Why Nirvana and not (yet) Pavement, Band of Susans, Superchunk, Cows, Arson Garden, Cop Shoot Cop, Vanilla Trainwreck or Drunken Boat?
So close, baby.
But Drunken Boat made some damn good music – mostly after I left for the hills of Walden, Vermont. Fish around on the web for it – it’s still out there.
See you on Langdon Street tonight, my friends.
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The beginning of the new novel:
It was just a bad idea. It’s easy to see that now.
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Best line so far on the FDA’s recent decision to allow the sale of cloned meat:
“I didn’t know cows stopped fucking.”
It came from the otherwise moronic Trace Adkins while appearing on Bill Maher’s show.
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Now get to work.
A Day in This Life.
January 21, 2008 | 1 Comment
What the hell? Yeah, that’s what I’ve been saying lately. It’s the official male utterance of the Colby clan when confronted by an event you’d rather not be confronted by. Historically, it’s been uttered when backing into light poles, running red lights, realizing you have no brakes during your downhill bicycle race, or being asked about the mountain of cookies that have somehow disappeared. It’s as if we think that by uttering a simple “what the hell” we will make it all go away. Or, better yet, make us disappear into some other world that is – at least temporarily – a refuge from the discomforts of this one.
And so it went recently when I was coming back from the woods with the horses. As I was gazing around I noticed an unpainted stripe running vertically down the side of the house.
What the hell?
My first stupid thought was that I didn’t remember not painting that section of the house. How could I have missed that for the three years that have passed since it was painted?
I looked closer. At the end of the unpainted line running down the house was my red-brick chimney. Well, what remained of my red-brick chimney. Because the top third of the 30-plus-foot chimney was gone. And the unpainted line was what used to be hidden behind the chimney.
Again: What the hell?
And, again, another stupid thought: Because I didn’t see any signs of the chimney, I thought for a second that someone had stolen my chimney. How the hell did they get it out of here so fast?
But the chimney had completely buried itself in the snow bank. Whew. Because I can’t imagine how terrible it would be to go on living here knowing that there are people around who steal chimneys. I mean, what’s next? The windows? Doors? Who knows?
The chimney, it turns out, snapped from the snow load that sheds from a ridiculously steep pitch directly into it. This probably didn’t matter in 1885 when the house was first built and metal roofing wasn’t all the rage. The old roofs – and shingled roofs today – would shed snow slowly, not in the crashing fashion that today’s seamless metal roofs do. Ka-boom. Off went the chimney.
When I first started making the calls to the insurance agent, stovepipe shop, the furnace technician and my handy-dandy neighbor friends, my chimney affair was a novelty. But after a few days, the other reports of falling chimneys started coming in until the man at the stovepipe shop told me that he had just heard of three others falling. Cool, I’m not alone.
And if you think this story is boring now, imagine if I walked you through the countless conversations I’ve been having with the insurance company, various chimney experts, masons, carpenters and the like about how to move forward. I grew tired of it and, instead, moved ahead with my own plan to call my friend Boots, buy some stovepipe, and cobble it back together until the masons can do their thing in the warmer weather. Done. Thanks, Boots.
What the hell, indeed.
The Dem Debate Charade
January 16, 2008 | 4 Comments
How pathetic. The Dem debate last night, that is. The three blind mice – Clinton, Obama and Edwards – sat pontificating about change and justice for two hours while ignoring the fact that their Dem colleague, Dennis Kucinich, had just hours before lost an absurd court challenge to have his voice included in the debate. And not one peep from the “change agents” about the injustice happening right under their noses. Typical.
NBC “won” their efforts to exclude Kucinich from the debates by filing a true last-minute appeal to the Nevada Supreme Court seeking to overturn a ruling by a lower court judge that Kucinich must be included or the debates must be cancelled. But – get this – NBC declared in its brief to the higher court that its First Amendment rights were being violated by the ruling that forced them to include Kucinich.
And therein lies the problem, my friends: Corporations declaring Constitutional rights. Sorry, but that thumping sound you’re now hearing is Thomas Jefferson rolling around in his grave. Poor guy, he thought it was clear that Constitutional rights were for humans.
Indeed, NBC won because, according to a hundred years of court rulings, corporations are considered to have Constitutional rights. Thus, this nation has created thousands upon thousands of economic Frankenstein’s that have the same rights as humans but none of the responsibilities of citizenship or, for that matter, the moral compass of living, breathing beings. A corporation can, for example, assert its rights to produce a toxin but it will not go to jail – or feel sorrow – for the health and environmental mayhem that toxin causes. Like I said, economic Frankenstein’s.
Worse, we’ve become so accustomed to this absurd inequity of power between people and corporations today that few would find the sad irony in the fact that NBC’s First Amendment rights trumped the rights of a candidate to speak to the nation about his views. And don’t forget that NBC is operating on what is historically considered the “people’s airwaves.”
And so the doors were locked on Kucinich and the silence commenced. NBC certainly didn’t mention it. Worse, nor did the candidates. But they all carried on about change and the evils of special interests and the enormous power of corporations (Edwards) and the memories of MLK and the promise to fight for the little guy and girl. All without even a hint of a smile that should have acknowledged the absurdity of it all. These accomplices to the injustice of locking Kucinich out are going to “fight the power” and “change” America? Yeah right.
Good morning, America.
Pollina’s Media Ethics
January 15, 2008 | 4 Comments
I’m glad to see that the Burlington Free Press and WCAX finally got on board with the story about the Progressive Party’s candidate for governor, Anthony Pollina, and his radio show at WDEV. I called WDEV’s star of talk Mark Johnson last week while he was hosting Pollina-the-guest to ask them both about the issue of Pollina being both a radio show host and a political candidate. But, more specifically, I wanted to know what kind of ethical rules they were employing at the station when Pollina-their-colleague paid a visit as Pollina-the-candidate. It’s a conflict that should raise more than a few eyebrows.
Mark Johnson got defensive, as he usually does when questions about the media come up. And while he defended what is certainly his right (and responsibility, I might add) to invite Pollina as a guest since he’s running for governor, Johnson seemed to not understand the concerns about blurring Pollina’s roles at the station – host, guest, advertiser. Or, if you will, how the WDEV news and talk professionals will deal with a candidate who is also a colleague on the dial.
“I’ve only seen Anthony here probably twice in the three years he’s been on the station,” declared Johnson. “It’s not as if we’re hanging out.”
But that’s not the point. The point is that the roles are blurred, as was proven by the typically smooth segues that Johnson served up when moving from talk about Pollina’s radio show to talk about his candidacy. One minute joking about their mutual “boss,” the omnipresent Ken Squier, and the next a question about Pollina’s opinion on matters of the state. Sorry, but it’s just strange. Illegal? No. But strange.
And it’s Pollina who should have understood this from the beginning and not put people like WDEV, Squier and Johnson in the hot seat. In fact, Pollina remained largely silent when I brought the issue up to him on Johnson’s show, basically declaring that he’ll stop the show when he gets too busy with the campaigning.
Pollina should know better. Remember, his show is called “Equal Time,” a title based on the belief that the media lacks fairness. Indeed. And it’s also doesn’t seem real fair that a candidate who works for a media outlet – folksy as it is – can also sit down with that outlet’s news department for an “objective” interview.
Isn’t this the kind of political and corporate media mingling that understandably drives progressives like Pollina crazy about Rupert Murdoch’s empire, most notably Fox News? Imagine the outrage if a Fox News host became a candidate, kept his or her airtime, and then also started appearing on other programs as candidate/guest. Or, if you’d like to bring it home, how about if the same happened with a WCAX personality? Or a Free Press employee?
It just doesn’t pass the smell test. And any good populist progressive should know that.
But now that the story has morphed from me bringing it up on the Mark Johnson Show to now being covered by the mainstream media, Pollina is finally figuring it out. And he’s also listening to the wise words of Squier, who has been clear that he’d like Pollina to find a replacement for his show – and soon. It’s Squier who has built a local radio station that is the pride of Central Vermont, bucking the trends of push-button-pop and all-Brittany-News-all-the-time for a real commitment to all things local. And how ironic that it’s a Prog who’s bringing the ethical stench to his doorstep.
Pollina wants it both ways. He wants us to listen to his words and ignore his actions. Pollina wants us to believe him when he proclaims to be the media underdog but forget that he’s forking over $600 a week to be the media. He wants us to hear his words about campaign finance reform but forget that he balked at that kind for reform when it didn’t suit his personal needs. And he wants us to listen to his rants against the two-party money chase but forget that his party’s main goal right now is to amass $100,000 for him in six weeks.
Not a great start to a progressive candidacy. But it’s not as if Pollina’s been in the business of winning these things.
The State of the Day (updated)
January 15, 2008 | 2 Comments
Ladies and gentlemen, I have reviewed the day and I am pleased to report that the State of the Day is confused. A little of this. A little of that. But not much cohesion in purpose and/or goals. Therefore, a couple random bits:
I had this weird dream that a major media corporation was fighting in the courts to prevent a presidential candidate from appearing on its station’s debates. Oh wait, that’s no dream. Good morning, America.
Yep, MSNBC and its parent corporation, NBC, and the parent of that corporation, General Electric, are in a fast and furious legal battle with Dennis Kucinich over his involvement – or lack thereof – in the Nevada-based Democratic presidential debate. The network (a.k.a.: The Corporate Goliath) first ruled that Kucinich could, indeed, participate. But it quickly reversed itself and literally dis-invited Kucinich. He responded with a trip to the courts and won a ruling that ordered his involvement. And now The Corporate Goliath in control of what was in the good-old-days considered the “public’s airwaves” is now frantically trying to appeal the ruling in every legal venue it can think of.
This is just ugly. It’s repulsive enough that the NBC’s, CNN’s, Fox’s and the like routinely stifle true public debate on the public’s airwaves. But NBC has taken the exclusion of opinions to a new low by actually fighting court orders that are aimed at expanding public discourse.
There was a time, you know, when this nation’s founders feared just such a power grab and subsequent subversion of our democratic ideals. That’s why corporations were originally looked on very suspiciously. The original corporations were only granted a charter for specific time frames in order to complete specific functions deemed in the public’s interest (building a road, for example). When the task was done, the charter was gone.
There was an understandable concern that corporations – when left unchecked – could accumulate too much power and seek to monopolize not only the markets and the business environment but our democratic institutions as well. And here we are, in 2008, with a Goliath of a corporation that owns and controls everything from nuke plants to dishwashers to television and radio stations seeking to unilaterally decide which presidential candidates we should hear from. Like I said, it’s ugly.
This battle for inclusion in the debates could be Kucinich’s shining moment. Well, if you want to ignore his feisty insistence that we end the war now, provide health care for everyone and put an end to the corporate stranglehold over our political and cultural institutions. But Kucinich’s battle for inclusion should put a spotlight on just how rotten the system has become – from the corporate ownership of the media right down to how the votes are being counted. And, if people are listening, it should inspire the pursuit of redress.
But I’m guessing we’re not going to read or hear much about Kucinich’s Sisyphean battle with the corporate Goliath. Most likely because the other corporately-controlled media outlets aren’t going to be too interested in undermining the systemic control they are all enjoying. In other words, it’s their ball. Their ballpark. And their referees.
Good morning, America.
[Tuesday afternoon update: As of 5:00 p.m., the matter of Kucinich v. NBC is still in the courts. The debate is supposed to start in 4 hours and the lawyers are currently giving oral arguments to a judge about -- get this -- whether a candidate who is running a national campaign should be included in the debate. But we should all notice how Kucinich's Democratic opponents are handling the situation. In case you missed it, they're ignoring it and him. If they had a political justice bone in their bodies, Clinton, Obama and Edwards would be joining together and speaking out about it. Better yet, they'd be releasing a statement declaring that if one of the them is excluded, all of them are refusing to participate. But don't hold your breath. Oh baby, feel the change...]
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Hillary on Meet the Press: Yikes. I saw it. We can’t possibly be looking for four more years of that bullshit, can we? The Clintons are robots. And they’re wired for only one thing: self-power. Worse, they think they are completely entitled to it. That’s why it’s so easy for them to slip and slide all over the political landscape in search of the most advantageous place to be. They can’t speak from their hearts because they are robots. I’m convinced of it.
During her Sunday appearance with Tim Russert, she was given one opportunity after another to look human and/or humble. But she refused. And, instead, talked in not-so-nice verbal circles that said this over and over: me, me, me, me. Worse, she wouldn’t let Russert talk on his own show. I am Hillary, hear me roar. And roar. And roar.
Until we change the channel. Click.
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Rinse Your Media Brain.
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Do Not Think Bad Thoughts.
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Do Not Stick Your Finger in the Plum.
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Wash Your Hands.
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And Get Back to Work.
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