Sometimes, Google Alerts turn up some real gems in one’s e-mail box. Take, for example, this lovely letter to the editors of the Arizona Republic:
Anybody for a trip back to Uncle Tom’s cabin?
Think Progress has a doozer for us. Beware of the bad acid, though:
…and as for Keith Olbermann, he’s the latest on my yum-yum list, along with Chavecito, Evo, Big Dawg, Jon Stewart, George Clooney, and Stephen Colbert. That man is the next frickin’ Edward R. Murrow, man.
What happened this past week? It seems that cojones are breaking out everywhere, and suddenly it’s open season on BushCo. Is it something in the air? The water? Did the collective anesthesia wear off? What?
Whatever it is, I sense that a tipping point has been reached. Time for the gravitational acceleration to kick in!
…over accusations that 9-11 was his fault. And it’s a beautiful thing to see. He’s cool, confident, factual as hell. He’s accountable and admits his mistakes (not to mention those of the FBI and CIA, which are crucial), but he doesn’t take any shit–or unfounded blame. He makes clear what really happened–and in so doing, totally owns the wingnuts’ collective ass. No wonder the host calls it “one of the more unusual interviews” that FUX has done–Clinton had him completely bulldozed by the end of it.
One Good Move has the video. (Part II is also available at the link.)
Highlights, courtesy of Think Progress.
Things that make you go hmmm…
France said it could not confirm a report on Saturday that al Qaeda leader Osama bin Laden had died in Pakistan last month.
The French regional daily L’Est Republicain, published in Nancy, quoted a document from the DGSE foreign intelligence service as saying the Saudi secret services were convinced bin Laden had died of typhoid in late August.
As my friend Wren says, to be damned by the devil is to be truly blessed.
Hugo Chavez is a hard act to follow, but this past week he truly outdid himself. He spoke for half an hour at the United Nations, and there was nary a dull moment. Quite the contrary: his captive audience was eating out of the palm of his hand. He even got some giggles for finally saying what someone had to: that Dubya is, indeed, satanic, and that he’d stunk the place up with so much brimstone that even a day later, the stench still lingered.
But Chavecito? Came out smelling like a rose. Here he is, crossing himself for deliverance against all evil:
