Is my brother.
My SIL just told me that he said my sister and I used to dress him up like a girl when he was a toddler. I have just set the record straight.
(not that there’s anything wrong with that)
Brian Morton at The Smirking Chimp gives an accurate description of Clinton Derangement Syndrome in the media:
There’s something about Hillary Clinton.
Well, to be honest about it, there’s something about what happens when the Clinton name itself enters the picture, whether it’s the senator from New York or the former president. It makes editors get stupid, it makes national political columnists spin into paroxysms of foolishness, and it makes cable television pontificators start thinking out loud thoughts normally not found outside of support groups for people who believe they’ve been abducted by aliens.
Clinton advisor James Carville has famously described it as the “puke funnel,” where all the craziest statements made from the farthest reaches of the right wing get channeled through people like Rush Limbaugh and Matt Drudge and end up in the mainstream newspapers and supposedly respectable cable outfits. And then a stuffy columnist like The Washington Post’s David Broder gets to sniff huffily about the effect the Clintons have on the genteel bipartisan niceness of Washington and high-school drama reviewer Maureen Dowd of The New York Times gets to toss off another column full of cutesy diminutive nicknames where she acts as if she can read minds.
I always thought a “puke funnel” was what you needed after watching MSNBC. But Morton says something else that I found to be a unique and interesting take on Hillary’s agreement to serve as the next Secretary of State:
Begging for money for election campaigns is the most humbling, the most humiliating, the most uncomfortable, and the most boring job a politician has to do.
Given the chance to get away from that and spend four and possibly eight years as a traveling policy wonk–quite likely Hillary Clinton’s idea of heaven–it seems like a no-brainer.
No wonder Morton only writes a column for the Baltimore City Paper and not for a more well-known newspaper like the New York Times or the Washington Post. He makes too much sense.