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TUESDAY, DECEMBER 11, 2007
HIS HOMETOWN: In yesterdays Nobel acceptance speech, Al Gore mentioned a striking fact about Carthage, Tennessee, his hometown:
Tiny Carthage, Tennessee has now produced two Nobel peace prize winners. (That hometown paper is the Carthage Courier. You know what to do: Just click here.) But we chucked ruefully when we saw Gore refer to Carthage as his hometown. We remembered the way the nations great papers tried to keep that designation out of print in June 1999, when Candidate Gore made his formal announcement speech in the Carthage, Tennessee town square.
Yes, the sane ones were willing to call it his hometown. (For example, Gore was living there in 1975 when the local congressman retired. He then represented Carthage in the House for four terms, before moving on to the Senate.) Gore officially kicked off his run for the White House in his hometown of Carthage, Tenn., the APs Mike Glover wrote on June 17, the day after Gore announced. But inside The Village, the fixers were determined to undermine Gore in every way, no matter how small—or small-minded. They had already defined Gore as a creature of Washington who had shown the world that he was delusional when he described the part of his childhood that hed spent on the family farm. Gore had been elected to represent Carthage four times—but Village People didnt want to call the place his hometown. Its sadly amusing to see how hard they worked to avoid that locution.
Yes, Ceci and Kit went to some lengths to avoid saying hometown this day. (The word did make the Posts photo caption.) But no one worked harder than gruesome Anne Kornblut, then peddling her wares as a petty fixer for the Boston Globe. Heres how her report started:
Carthage was the town Gore claimed as home! It was like he had picked it out of a hat—and there was no further explanation for Gores appearance in Carthage this day. Instead, Kornblut leaped ahead to the piece of deception shed been handed, three days earlier, by the RNC. Here you saw the same of the script Village fixers wanted you hearing:
So clever! In fact, Kornbluts presentation about Nicholsons event was technically accurate. The building where Nicholson staged his event was, in fact, a onetime Gore residence. (Gore had lived there, with his parents, when he was ten.) And the building was, in fact, the former Ritz Carlton. But it wasnt the Ritz Carlton when the Gores had lived there, a fact which Kornblut must have known. But so what? On June 14, Nicholson had sent out a clowning press release, begging scribes to say these words: Candidate Gore was raised at the Ritz. As it turned out, only the dumbest—or most compliant—were willing to stoop to that level. (For a fuller account of this clownish event, see THE DAILY HOWLER, 8/8/02. For more background on what this homestead was like when the Gores lived there, see THE DAILY HOWLER, 10/26/06. Then marvel at the way fixers like Kornblut turned the place into the Ritz.)
Yes, the fixers at the Post, Times and Globe struggled to avoid saying hometown that day. But the Washington Times clowned most heroically. Vice President Al Gore and his wife, Tipper, bask in support yesterday in his adopted hometown, the caption on the papers photo said. Serious, large-scale assaults on Gores character were being invented all over the press. But even down to this small level, the Villages fixers were working hard to get their ideas in your heads. Below, youll see them doing the very same thing with John Edwards—in this mornings Post.
STRAIGHT OUTTA CARTHAGE: On the Carthage Couriers About Us page, the hopeless bumpkins who publish the paper refer to Gore as a hometown son. (Hull is described as a Favorite Son.) You know what to do—just click here. Our question: When will the people of Carthage adopt their rulers preferred narratives?
THE WORST GENERATION: Parents should sit down with their children this week—and read to them from the Washington Post. They should tell their children, in no uncertain terms: You must never, ever embarrass your family by ending up like the folks at the Post.
Which part of the Post should they show to their children? They should show them the embarrassing series, called The Front-Runners, which the Post is currently running. Today, the victim is Candidate Edwards. As with Clinton, as with Romney, the Posts profile contains four parts:
Thats right! In this mornings Post, theres a full report about John Edwards clothes—but no report about his proposals! Nowhere in these front-runner profiles does the Post explain what the candidates have proposed in the course of their White House campaigns.
By itself, that would be strange enough. But in its most open insult to the public, the Post has Givhan writing a report about each hopefuls clothing. And the Post has Milbank telling the world how each candidate talks.
Is Robin Givhan the worlds dumbest human? Heres the start of her blather today. Yes, she gets paid to do this:
Let us repeat: There is no report in todays four-part package about Edwards proposals—but we get this predictable horsesh*t from Givhan. And as if her inclusion isnt insult enough, we also get this predictable horsesh*t from the loathsome Milbank:
Thats a bit strange, since the Post itself offers no specifics about what Edwards would do. But what makes Milbanks complaint especially stupid? On Sunday, Milbank complained that Candidate Clinton gives too many policy details! Heres how he started his (cosmically stupid) profile of How She Talks:
For a quarter-century now, Democrats have had a habit of selecting brainy, establishment presidential nominees who are frequently pedantic, this pathetic fixer complained. But two days later, he complains that Edwards doesnt give enough policy details.
But so it goes—so it has gone for years—as the Post makes a joke of your lives.
How stupid was Milbanks piece on Clinton? It has long been a practice at the Post to ridicule Major Dems for offering long, boring policy speeches. (David Broder said he almost fell asleep at Gores convention speech—the one with all those swell ideas.) But Milbanks stupidity here is surpassing. He watches a candidate speak to an education group. And he finds himself offended when she plunges deep into the weeds— about education ideas! You have to be a real fool to write that. You have to be someone like Milbank.
But then, weve told you this for a very long time: If these people didnt exist, you simply couldnt invent them. Givhan is clearly the worlds dumbest human, and Milbank may well be the most dishonest. But career liberals still refuse to come to terms with all this—refuse to say what is clear: This is plainly the worst generation—the most corrupt, dumbest, least honest.
This worst generation lives inside a Versailles. At the top sit multimillionaire anchors who pretend theyre nothing but average Joes—average Joes like their store manager dads, the ones they insult by their phony comparisons. A bit lower down are the simpering Dowds, wondering about Ronmneys underwear and lashing out at Wife of Obama. (Simply put: If youre a woman and youre married to a Big Dem, Maureen Dowd hates your innards.) But only this group would ever conceive of a series like the one the Post is now running. The series includes a profile of each candidates clothes—but no profile of what theyre proposing.
Are they human? Eventually, science will settle that question. But before research scientists dig them up and test them for their planet of origin, parents have a job this week. They must sit with their children and show them the Post. They should say, You must never be like that!
THREE OUT OF FOUR IS QUITE BAD: By some miracle, the giants of this vapor-locked breed all possess the same deathless insights. In todays four profiles of Candidate Edwards, three of them mention his troubling haircuts—the haircuts which cost way too much:
Only Givhan restrained herself—and she of course pitched in with this:
There is the sense, this imbecile wrote—and then, she sold you her cohorts key narrative. By the way, what exactly has Edwards proposed? No one was asked to discuss that!
These are exceptionally stupid people—and theyve taken over your discourse. In effect, theyre a small, stupid mafia, holding a death-lock on a vital societal function. But so what? Our career liberal cohort still soft-soaps this problem, as well note a bit later this week. Meanwhile, were left in the hands of this simpering crew—a gang of android imports.
Question: Since these life-forms are clearly from outer space, where do they get their shopworn ideas? Where do they get the handful of narratives all of them want to repeat for the public? Who is really inventing the tales these people all want to throw at you? Yes, they all know they must say the same things. From what deeply material source have these slick, stupid narratives sprung?