In which Bill Clinton shoots a man on camera just to watch him die.
Elsewhere it was 2008 GOP Preznit Candidates On Parade, but really, the Big Dog taking off his man-belt and just beating sniveling Fox News hack Chris Wallace to meat-ribbons did for Sunday Morning what Clinton’s presence on the political stage did for eight years.
Render everything else is irrelevant.
But for posterity, here’s the fast-fast-fast rundown.
On This week… 15 minutes of Herr Senator Doktor Frist. Wheeee! The Kat Killer talks Torture. Well, “talks” is being generous. Frist flopping his jaw open and unspooling one, stale, lying bumper sticker after another after another after another isn’t what I think of when I think of talking.
One breathtaking new “fact” we did learn is that, by sheer effort of obediently sticking to his talking points, Herr Senator Doktor Frist is personally holding back the tide of terrorism. It’s true! And not since his remote diagnosis of Terri Schiavo has Frist so boldly inserted himself bodily into the bandwagon-hopping/credit-grabbing business.
Frist angrily asserts that if he personally answered the question “Is water-boarding torture?” it would tip the balance in favor of terrorists, who would then come to this country to assassinate Americans, “including people watching this show now”.
Welcome back to 2002.
And 2004.
Packs of lying Right Wing demagogues squealing “Vote for me or your kids’ll die!!!” into any camera they can commandeer.
Meet the Press... was MIA. Instead, mostly well-heeled white men in suits with talking points were preempted by mostly well-heeled white men in ugly pants with putters.
On Face the Nation... McCain wipes some of Jerry Falwell’s watery stool off his chin and runs through his loyal Bush Lapdog paces.
Perhaps a pair of these would help?
(Warning: video is so very wrong, and not exactly work-safe)
Neuticles, Senator!
Finally, Bill Clinton on Fox
shows the young 'uns how it’s done.
Naturally, Crooks & Liars has Part One of the video here.
Yes, you’ll need to brace yourself against having to watch craven, smirking attack-hamster Chris Wallace, so take your Dramamine and wash it down with three ounces of Laphroaig (we’re not barbarians here) but watching the Big Dog force Wallace to take his medicine – rectally, and in elephantine doses – was quite worth the price of admission.
This needs to be required viewing at Democratic Candidate Boot Camp, and there was nothing else remotely comparable, so no sense gilding this lily with a lot of chatter.
So get thee to C&L for Part One now.
For Part Two, click below...
4 comments:
It's hard to believe this corporate whore is Mike Wallace's son. Maybe Mama Wallace fooled around? :)
And oh, my, but isn't the (non-Fox) MSM playing this to the fare-thee-well! That pleases me no end, particularly since it means that now everybody, not just those of us who watch these Sunday train wrecks get to see what a good old-fashioned wide open can of whupass looks like, particularly when administered by an old master. I could watch it over and over, like a favorite movie clip, getting all misty at the good parts, like where he leaned waaaay in so as to usurp teeny tiny Wallace's craven space with his somewhat imposing size and tapped, tapped, tapped (or were those pokes that maybe left bruises later??) him on the hand and arm to punctuate his words. I'm all verklempt just thinking of it again...
Mm, Gigantor. Early anime goodness.
Wish the Dems had one of them there giant robots - we could stomp the shit out of the right wing's Rovinator.
And poor Chris Wallace is now crying about how scared he was of a sixty year old man with heart problems. Goddamn, I thought rightwingers were such tough guys.
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