Devasting News On The Meghan McCain Front

Comrade RINO

It turns out, now brace yourselves, that the self-professed progressive Republican who would show all of us knuckle-draggers the errors of our ways and lead us back to electoral glory is, in fact, something of a boorish, self-involved diva who demanded special treatment at the White House Correspondent’s Association dinner over the weekend.

I’m beside myself, of course, but my pain is nothing compared to Allahpundit’s.  Go there and laugh at him offer him your comfort.

Elton John Has Perspective

Has Sense

As thuggish proponents of same-sex marriage continue responding to genuine democracy by assaulting old ladies,  holding sensless and cowardly protests at Mormon churches and producing TV ads of staggering anti-religious bigotry, Sir Elton John comes out as a voice of reason and rational perspective in the face of all the hysteria

Contacting Governor Palin

Thank you, and God bless you!

A reader (imagine that!) asks me if I know how to contact Sarah Palin.  Well, I have no special insider knowledge on how best to reach her, but I do have the Google-fu.

Here is a link for sending an email to her via the Alaska Governor’s official website.

Here is a link to a special petition site set up by Michelle Malkin to collect messages for Governor Palin.

And here is a link containing snail mail addresses for the Governor’s Alaska offices.

Emails are nice enough, I suppose, and I encourage everyone to send her a nice message of support and appreciation, but I’m going to send her a snail mail note as well.  Letters stand out more than email, and I think it will impress upon her even more how much she means to us to have physical correspondence in her hands.

And follow the break for a little bonus!

Bush Was Right!

Awesome, just awesome!

POLITICS: The UAE Port Deal

(Note: effective immediately all political posts will be clearly and obviously tagged with the all caps “POLITICS” prefix so as to alert my lefty pals that now is a good time for them to avert their rolling eyes from my public displays of neosimpletonnaziconservareactionaryness.)

Ahem. Now, then.

I’m not sure I get all the fuss, and I’m decidely suspicious of all the latest screeches from the Democrats. When last I checked, they were huffing and puffing continuously that the President was using fear to whip us all into submission, and yet the reactions from the liberals (and, to be fair, an alarming number of the conservatives) fairly scream of paranoia and xenophobia, with more than a little bit of election year opportunism on the part of the Democrats thrown into the mix.

Democrat Congressman Predicts War “Right Before the [2006 Midterms]“

Caught another gem in one of Roger Ebert’s Sundance diaries:

You see some unexpected moviegoers at Sundance. In the audience at “The Night Listener” was Rep. Rahm Emmanuel (D-Ill.), the Democratic strategist: “We have four couples who come to the opening weekend of Sundance every year.” Did he say anything else? Only, “We’ll have another war right before the next election.” He seemed prepared to elaborate, but the lights were doing down and the ushers told us to take our seats.

Emphasis added.  I would love to know what representative Emmanuel was referring to.  What does he know that the rest of us don’t, and if he’s spilling the beans to Roger Ebert, shouldn’t he let the rest of us know, too?

Roger Ebert Assumes Minute Men Are Bigots

Roger’s recent series of Sundance essays is a pretty entertaining and informative read, overall, but includes a bizzarre critique of the Minute Men, citizens who patrol the Mexican border to identify people attempting illegal immigration into the United States.

Whilst reviewing the new film Man Push Cart about a former rock and roll star from Pakistan who operates a vending cart on the streets of Manhattan, Roger had this to say:

I wish “Man Push Cart” could be seen by the Minute Men, self-anointed patriots shown in the Sundance documentary “Crossing Arizona,” who man the Mexican border with night-vision binoculars and hope to repel illegal immigrants without whom Arizona’s agricultural economy would collapse. I wonder if the Minute Men see themselves as the children of immigrants. Can they see Ahmad as an American?

I like Roger Ebert very much, but he is no stranger to moonbattery, and it never fails to mystify.  The ignorance he displays in this particular excerpt is mindboggling.  He reflexively conflates opposition to illegal immigration with opposition to immigration, as though there is no difference between the two.  He then seems to assume that no Minute Man is capable of appreciating that every American is, somewhere down the line, the child of an immigrant.  Imagine that.  He then compounds the insults by suggesting that the Minute Men are bigots incapable of seeing a Pakistani man as an American.  How he justifies equating opposition to illegal immigration with general xenophobia is not clear, though to be fair it might have something to do with Crossing Arizona, a documentary that Roger wrote about earlier in the festival which apparently presents the Minute Men in an unflattering light, although I get the sense based on his writing that Roger didn’t take much convincing.

Note also the sneering reference to the Minute Men as “self-anointed patriots.”  I’d be curious to know how Roger defines patriotism, and furthermore what he believes is wrong with “anointing” oneself as a patriot.  It seems to me that taking legal action to reinforce the security of your country is a legitimate form of patriotism, but the left often seems to sneer at this.  To rely upon them, you’d think that real patriotism is defined by how aggressively one hates President Bush or sides against the United States in the world arena.

Roger Ebert’s reviews were must-reads when I was a boy.  I fantasized about being a film critic, and Roger and Gene Siskel were so influential to me that I kept a scrapbook of their writings from 1980-1982.  I still think he’s an excellent writer, but his politics stink.

A Senator And His Dog

Thanks to Michelle Malkin, I now know that Ted Kennedy’s dog is named “Splash.”

There’s a scene at the end of Raging Bull where Jake La Motta, played by Robert DeNiro, unable to raise enough money to bribe his way out of jail for contributing to the delinquency of a minor, bangs his head against the cement wall of his cell multiple times. He then starts punching the wall with his bare fists, over and over until the pain finally overwhelms him. Crying out “OWWWWWW!” like a little kid, he collapses onto his bunk and starts sobbing. “I’m not an animal,” he cries pathetically. “I’m not that bad.” However, having spent two hours in his company observing him behaving like an animal and acting that bad, the viewer, however sympathetic, must disagree with him.