Been watching the news lately? It�s heating up. The presidential candidates on the Democrat side are getting their whisltes wettened. A couple of them are slobbering they are so wet. Let�s see how ridiculous they are, not how ridiculous they�ve become.
Love letters in the trash
Any of you out there ever receive or even write love letters before? You can do them by email these days.
In the 60s, a Future
Candidate
Poured Her Heart Out in Letters; The New
York Times; July 29, 2007; By MARK
LEIBOVICH
Even the Broom Lady had her flames prior to hooking up with Mr. Erection.
They were high school friends
from
Park Ridge, Ill., both high achievers headed
East to college. John Peavoy was a bookish
film buff bound for Princeton, Hillary Rodham a
driven, civic-minded Republican going off to
Wellesley. They were not especially close, but
they found each other smart and
interesting and said they would try to keep in
touch.
The stage is set. Two future lovers �smart and interesting�. How much more �made in heaven� can you possibly get?
Which they did, prodigiously,
exchanging dozens of letters between the late
summer of 1965 and the spring of 1969. Ms.
Rodham 30 dispatches are by turns angst-
ridden and prosaic, glib and brooding,
anguished and ebullient - a rare unfiltered
look into the head and heart of a
future first lady and senator and would-be
president. Their private expressiveness
stands in sharp contrast to the ever-
disciplined political persona she presents
to the public now.
Spare me puh-leeezze (cough, spit, puke). Sounds to me like she was politicized since birth.
Since Xmas vacation, I�ve gone
through three and a half metamorphoses and
am beginning to feel as though there is
a smorgasbord of personalities spread before
me,�h Ms. Rodham wrote to Mr.
Peavoy in April 1967. So far, I�ve used
alienated academic, involved pseudo-
hippie, educational and social reformer and
one-half of withdrawn simplicity
Can I translate that for you? �I�m fed up being a f***ing Republican and I wannabe a flower child.
It always seems as though I write
you when I�ve been thinking too much again,
Ms. Rodham wrote in one of her first
notes to Mr. Peavoy, postmarked Nov. 15,
1965. She later joked that she planned to
keep his letters and make a million when he
became famous. Don�t begrudge me my
mercenary interest, she wrote.
Oh how eloquent!! How utterly erudite!! She should have found a career in writing or philosophy and had her place in world history along with Plato, Dickens, Hemmingway and Marx.
Of course, it was Hillary Rodham
Clinton who became famous while Mr. Peavoy
has lived out his life in contented
obscurity as an English professor at Scripps
College, a small wome�s school in Southern
California where he has taught since 1977.
Every bit the wild-haired academic, with
big silver glasses tucked behind bushy gray
sideburns, he lives with his wife,
Frances McConnel, and their cat, Lulu, in a
one-story house cluttered with movies,
books and boxes - one of which contains a
trove of letters from an old friend who
has since become one of the most cautious
and analyzed politicians in America.
(PPPPUUUUUKKKKKEEE!!!!) Anyone keeping letters from this broad has a mental problem. They forgot one other descriptive in this narration of the Broom Rider�s political savvy - caculated.
Mr. Peavoy�s letters to Ms.
Rodham
are lost to posterity, unless she happened to
keep them, which he doubts. He said he
wished he had kept copies himself. They are
windows into a time and a place and a
journey of self-discovery, he said in an
interview. This was what college students
did before Facebook.
(Pounding floor) I can�t take any more of this drivel. I, myself, wrote a few letters while a university student and not once did I find myself questioning my political pesonna, unless politics included sex, drugs and rock-n-roll. Oh, sorry, I was referring to the ex-Horndog-in-chief�s letters. Now his letters would be something to read. This is what college students did before Facebook.
The drivel just won�t stop
If you thought the above story was boring and sick, I will treat you to a follow up story. I guess my sadistic persona is surfacing.
Chelsea Clinton Is Primed for
Another Parent�s White House Run; The New
York Times; July 30, 2007; By MARK
LEIBOVICH
I told you I was being sadistic. If you ask me, the Times is priming the ex-First Daughter to becoming a first rate witch of her own.
Asked which parent Chelsea
Clinton
most resembles, friends tick through the
mother- daughter similarities. There is the
habit of pre-empting questions by asking lots
of them. The passionate interest in
health care. The tendency to sound a bit
scripted when talking about policy,
even in private. The way both borrowed on
family contacts to establish post-White
House careers, but won over skeptical
colleagues with their diligence and
enthusiasm.
If you didn�t throw up before, get yourself a barrel to catch the spew from this article.
And if her mother, Senator Hillary
Rodham Clinton, manages to become the first
female president of the United States,
Chelsea Clinton could be in a historic, head-
spinning position of her own: the first first
child twice over.
Why or how can the New York Times take the time to write this crap!
She certainly brings experience
to
the job. At 12 years old, she appeared in Bill
Clinton�s Man From Hope�s video,
testifying to his fatherly virtues. (Mr. Clinton
also told viewers of his daughter�s
forgiving reaction to his admissions about
marital transgressions.) During the
Monica Lewinsky scandal six years later, she
was photographed hand in hand with her
parents, seemingly holding them together.
Experienced to be a daughter? Well perhaps they are right. In that household you need experience to be a husband. Awww, how sweet. She was the glue to cement that relationship (dry heaving). Fatherly virtues? Anyone still subscribing to the Times (both of you) should immediately drop your subscription.
During her father�s
administration,
Ms. Clinton was allowed, in classic only-child
fashion, into some decidedly adult
situations.
You have to wonder whether she watched where the First Schlong went. Maybe, like I said, in that household you need experience for everything.
Let�s get into somethng real serious
now
I want to give all of you a chance to catch your breath after you lost your breakfast (lunch, dinner).
Man Arrested For Stabbing Sea
Lion; CBSnews.com/AP; July 28, 2007
You have to wonder if this action makes it into the US crime statistics.
A fisherman has been arrested
for
allegedly stabbing a sea lion with a steak knife
after the animal stole his bait.
Look at the evidence. That was a premeditated assault. He used a �steak� knife.
Hai Nguyen, 24, was arrested Friday
and being held at Newport Beach Jail on
$20,000 bail. He was expected to be
arraigned next week on a charge of felony
cruelty to animals, authorities
said.
Now that is some serious bail.
The sea lion, a six-foot female
weighing about 150 pounds, was severely
wounded and was later euthanized.
Look at that! A sexist asailant as well. It was a female sea lion. You have to wonder about the rest of her vitals really - breast and wasit size.
Nguyen could face a $25,000 fine
and up to a year in prison if convicted on the
animal cruelty charge. A conviction on
federal charges of violating the Marine
Mammal Protection Act could add
$12,000 in civil penalties, criminal fines of up
to $20,000 and additional jail time,
authorities said.
You have to say that Nguyen there was pretty unlucky. Had he stabbed a guy on the street, he would have only been charged with a misdemeanor. Carrying a steak knife without a permit.
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