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There is an argument to be made for America’s
never-ending
presidential campaign in that it tests a candidate in a variety of
different ways. ... Judging by what has
transpired this week for Barack Obama and his suddenly faltering
campaign, one would think the candidate would have had a bellyfull of
untoward occurrences, staff gaffes, bad luck, and perhaps a touch of
incompetence on the part of the candidate himself.
It began Monday with Obama’s worst performance before
the national media to date. The candidate has
been chided
in the past for his lack of press availability so perhaps the media was
a little on edge as Obama, smiling, stepped up to the podium.
He
wasn’t smiling when he stepped down 15 minutes later. After a staffer
called out “Last question,” Obama didn’t even wait for the query but
instead, stomped away while the press roared out a cacophony of
questions about Tony Rezko and the NAFTA
flap at the retreating candidate. Opening himself up to derision, the
candidate turned back briefly and with a forced smile on his face,
pleading with the press, “C’mon guys. I answered like 8 questions.”
The
Chicago Sun Times, whose reporters were a big part of making the
presser an uncomfortable experience for the candidate, taunted Obama;
first, with
a piece that
featured the phone number of the newspaper in the headline asking the
candidate to call in and answer questions about his relationship with
Tony Rezko – this after Obama said that he had been unable to sit down
with reporters about the matter. Then today, the Sun Times takes Obama
to task for only answering
8 questions: ...
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So did Rush err by not driving the stake though HRC when we had the chance? Cause this guy in in deep trouble. We can only hope that HRC gets so nasty, so underhanded that Obama would look like the biggest wimp evah if he took the VP
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Right now Obama needs something like 73% of the remaining delegates to lock, Hillary 97%. With all kinds of variables though, which may lead to a replay of 1968 and a Democrat slaughter.
ReplyDeleteDemocratic slaughter. Would that 'twere. Brings to mind the post I made on a thread at Sondrak's a moment ago:
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a kid back in the 40s and 50s, my uncles always told me never to get in the middle when brothers fought. As proof of that, they dragged out the brutality and statistics from the Civil War, saying that the bloodiest of battles always happen within families.
In high school, several teachers reinforced that wisdom with various stories from classical literature, such as the sons of Oepidus and the Machiavelli family and so on. I learned many stories and quotes, such as Hamlet’s “for ‘tis sport to have the enginer hoist with his own petar,” and so on.
My grandparents, especially the old man (from whom I apparently inherited the trait), liked to tell stories to make his points, often fables or embellished tales or complete fabrications. My grandmother dealt mostly with parables and selected snippets from the Sermon on the Mount which she applied pretty accurately to stuff that kids ran into more or less on a daily basis.
Here’s a story I remember my grandfather telling at the suppertable:
A red fox took it into his head one winter to make life easy for himself and when the opportunity presented itself, he stole several chickens which he killed and allowed to freeze before storing them away in his lair.
Then one nice bright day after a snowfall, he ventured out to check on his territory. A gray fox saw him and mentioned that he hadn’t been seen out and about for many days. The red answered that he hadn’t been feeling well and had spent most of the time in his lair recuperating.
The gray backtracked the red and found his lair by stepping carefully in red’s tracks so as to conceal his own. Then he went to the farmer and explained how he could rid himself of the red fox by following HIS tracks back to the lair. He circled and watched as the farmer discovered the lair and dispatched the red as he returned from checking his domain.
Once the farmer had gone, carrying the red in a satchel over his shoulder, the gray immediately inhabited the burrow and settled back to enjoy the bounty purchased by his treachery. The next morning as he ventured out to get a drink from the stream, the farmer shot him as he had the red.
The only question I have is whether Hillary is the red or the gray. I mean, they’re both incipient communists and have no conception whatever of black and white answers, only shades of gray.