Wednesday, September 05, 2012

Eight Miles In the Snow Without Shoes, Uphill, Both Ways...

Syndicated columnist Charles Krauthammer joined Bret Baier and Megyn Kelly on America’s Election Headquarters to give his take on First Lady Michelle Obama’s address and the first day of the Democratic National Convention.

“If I hear one more story about people walking eight miles in the snow without shoes, uphill, both ways, I’m going to start longing for a little Clint Eastwood spontaneity out here,” Krauthammer began, referring in part to a recurring theme that surfaced once again in San Antonio Mayor Julian Castro’s keynote address delivered tonight.

On the overall message of Tuesday’s speakers, he said the party “spoke endlessly” of government spending, and “re-enforced the notion that they are completely government-centered in their ideology.”
All of the above was part of this, but somehow got edited out:


Mr. Krauthammer also noted that he knew a lot about Barack Obama before Mrs. Obama's speech, but that he didn't know Mr. Obama went dumpster diving for his furniture, nor that he wore shoes that were too small. Those bits were edited out of the video above, too.  But we did learn that Mr. Obama cares, yanno?

Full disclosure:  yes, I watched Mrs. Obama's speech.  In its entirety, wherein I also learned that I have a heretofore unacknowledged masochistic streak.

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In other news... I watched Mrs. Obama quite by accident.  I was dozing away on the couch last evening when SN2 called at 2315 hrs to chat about the DNC and other stuff.  Sam knows I keep late hours and his hours were even later... seein' as how he lives on Eastern Time (but he's on leave this week).  So we chatted a bit and then he ran off to bed.  I tried to get back to sleep but the body/brain combination had other ideers, so we switched on Fox News just about the time Shelly gave her speech.  And we watched.

I'm trying to get back on a "normal" sleeping schedule, without much luck.  There's a reason for that: my Adventures In Modern Dentistry (Part Deux) begin tomorrow at 0730 hrs.  Dr. Thompson does all his surgeries just shortly after oh-dark-thirty, the rationale being he's at his best at that time.  Well, that's easy for HIM to say, much less so for me.  Tomorrow I'll have to (a) get up in what is usually the middle of my night, (b) endure a couple o' two hours in the dental chair shortly thereafter, and (c) do ALL that without the benefit of bein' even slightly caffeinated, for we must fast before we have five or six teeth removed.  AND there's to be no alcohol for 12 hours before and 24 hours after the procedure.  As for the alcohol... I can comply with the former demand, it's the latter bit I may have trouble with.

This otta be BIG FUN.

13 comments:

  1. Rush is doing a great take-down of this thing. He makes the point that "This is the first time in my life I've ever heard of a democrat talking about pulling yourself up by your own bootstraps"...he's necessarily had to back off that statement a little bit, but the point stands that it is certainly an anomaly. For that matter, it is anomalous that last night they even had something good to say about anybody doin' it.

    Which makes the lovely Ms. Kelly's question a delightful litmus test, "Did Michelle successfully rebut the notion." Krauthammer answers in the negative, but it's clear many will disagree, even among those who were receptive to the notion in the first place.

    If you're Mr. Green and you committed the murder in the conservatory with the revolver, and everyone DAMN WELL SAW YOU do it, but the speech you deliver saying you didn't do it just so eloquent and you move your audience to tears...did you successfully rebut? It shouldn't even be a decent philosophical question but, in the times in which we live, it is a great one, on par with "If a tree falls down in the forest and no one is around..."

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  2. There's a young lady over in Austin who's done a nice send-up of the speech I didn't hear because the G-men were playing the D-backs and there's a pennant race donchaknow

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    1. Thanks for that link, Ivan. Good stuff!

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  3. Won't listen - just won't do it to myself. I'll read transcripts later; somehow reading lies and bullshit is somewhat less painful.

    And good luck tomorrow Buck! That's no fun and the alcohol prohibition just seems cruel.

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    1. Thanks fer the Good Wishes, Kris. We shall push the envelope on the 12-hour thingie, but I know from experience I won't feel much like drinkin' tomorrow afternoon. But I'll have GOOD drugs!

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  4. I still haven't managed to get enthusiastic about any politics. Didn't watch the Republicans and I won't watch the Dems. It is hot here in OK, and I have no energy.

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    1. I'll watch a lil bit o' The Opposition, if only from an intelligence (?) gathering perspective.

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  5. I would imagine you aren't going to be allowed a cigar after, either.

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    1. There's a 36-hour moratorium on my SECOND favorite activity.

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  6. "...about the time Shelly gave her speech."

    Shelly is the nickname by which we (the close family members) call my second stepdaughter. Her politics are such that she just might be a wee bit offended that you use it for fl0tus.

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  7. Dentists and Agravation05 September, 2012 22:28

    My dentist had me show-up at 6:30am one time. I pulled-in to the parking lot and I was the only one there. About 30 minutes later one of his techs arrived, followed by him. After they went inside, I got out of my car and went to the door. Yep, it was locked. I went to work. Sorry fucker, you lose. His secretary calls me at work and asks if I forgot about my appointment. What time was it, I asked. 6:30 she says.

    That's right fuck-stick, and I was there pounding my pud in a dark parking lot while you were in bed probably. Anyway, she gave me four movie tickets for the screw-up. Which does me a lot of good, as I haven't set foot in a cinema since 1976...

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    1. My dentist is pretty danged good. They pick me up and bring me home for those procedures that require sedation... like today. I love my guy, in a professional way, of course.

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