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Between a rock and a hard place

Sunday, November 30th, 2003 by Dawn Summers

Between a rock and a hard place

Conservatives are so mad, they’re ready to spit. Oh, Tucker’s bowtie was all bundled in a knot this morning on the Chris Matthews’ show and boy oh boy, Trent Lott was not happy. Why? Well, Lott made some mention of not wanting to cast aspersions on drunken sailors, but it has something to do with Congress writing checks and the White House happily signing off. 400 million here, 2.2 trillion there, fight AIDS in Africa, yessir, that’s a roger.
But what does that mean for me?
The Simpsons long ago coined the term “tax and spend-o-crat” in reference to Springfield’s long serving Democrat Mayor Quimby, but of course, it was eagerly adopted to include the Democratic Tip Oneill Congress, as well. And Democrats didn’t mind the label. Walter Mondale bravely saying “Let’s tell the truth. It must be done, it must be done. Mr. Reagan will raise taxes, and so will I. He won’t tell you. I just did.” Taxes — to me they always seemed a small price to pay for services (like the East Coco Beach library being open for blogging on a Sunday!) and programs (like the educational loans and grants that paid for not one, but two Ivy League degrees. But now, the Republicans want in on the action (“if you want to win like FDR, you’ve got to spend like FDR”).
I don’t mind the government giving old people prescription drugs even though it has to deficit spend to do it — but neither does the Republican party.
I look around and now I am standing on the side of Dennis Hastert, Zell Miller and *gulp* George W. Bush. Over there — across the street with picket signs and rotten eggs are Ted Kennedy, Nancy Pelosi, Dennis Kucinich!
MOMMY!!
How did this happen? I’m fairly certain, I didn’t move an inch. So are the Republicans moving to the left? What next? Support for the ERA? National health care system? Equal Opportunity for all…
I don’t know, but suddenly the big elephant in the room that no one is talking about, isn’t the growing deficit — it’s the entire Republican party.
Sure, from a political standpoint it bites to high heaven that they are pulling a Clinton when it comes to coopting traditional Democratic stances, but it’s got to bring a smile to your face when the man that said that the U.S. government should not be nation-building or growing the government — closes out the month with a speech from a U.S. military base in Iraq and tooting his horn for passing the largest expansion of Medicare in U.S. history. :) Yup, makes me feel good inside.

HE WHO LAUGHS LAST, LAUGHS BEST

Saturday, November 29th, 2003 by Dawn Summers

HE WHO LAUGHS LAST, LAUGHS BEST

Brian Williams thinks it’s funny.

“President Bush is enjoying the rest of the Thanksgiving holiday at his family ranch in Crawford. As far as we know, that is,” he chuckled as he uttered that last line.
White House press corps has no idea what President Bush is up to, ha ha ha. We reported completely false stories all Thanksgiving morning, heee heee. What a chuckle.
The only joke is the modern-day media.
I don’t have a problem with the President and his staff’s cloak and dagger routine so that the President could safely travel to Iraq. That’s their job. Keep the President safe, keep the troops upbeat and get good footage for the 2004 campaign trail.
However, for the media (in my case the Good Morning America broadcast) to report, as fact, that the President was having dinner in Crawford…. Indeed, periodically updating me on the particular course being enjoyed by Bush at that very moment — when in fact, no such meal was taking place — is nothing short of disgraceful. Have our national reporters gotten so lazy that reading press releases from a teleprompter, passes for reporting?
If Woodward and Bernstein were dead, they’d roll over in their grave.
The press has such an important role to play in safeguarding our democracy. We would never have known about the Pentagon papers or the atrocities happening to the Civil Rights Freedom Riders without the unyielding persistence of the journalist’s pen and camera.
In this age of non-stop spin – the press is supposed to ask the hard questions, then do the grunt work and research to find answers. It’s not enough to sit still while Rumsfeld manhandles you at press conferences — asking and then, answering, his own questions. No doubt, it’s hard and people in power are not going to be happy. But you have a public trust, not one that you were elected to, but one you voluntarily accepted.
Reporting fictional events is not just humiliating, (Dewey Defeats Truman) it’s appalling. What happened to the basic who, what, where when? Heads roll when reporters like Jayson Blair and Stephen Glass fabricate sources and invent details to add color to the fiction that they try to pass as fact, but what happens when every station, paper and newsmagazine report the same fantastical tale? Do we let them off with a wink and nod as we laugh off their culpability?
I don’t think so.
Nothing changes policy like shining the bright light of public opinion behind the closed doors of decision-making. But the people holding the flashlights have to be curious, bold and honorable. They have to be willing to work.
And if they aren’t, there are journalism schools filled to the brim with students eager to do the job.
Hopefully, the press corps has learned a valuable lesson from eating Thanksgiving Day crow and will now take their responsibility to the viewing public far more seriously.
Because right now, the White House isn’t laughing with you, it’s most definitely laughing at you.

No wall of shame for Clareified this week!

Friday, November 28th, 2003 by Dawn Summers

No wall of shame for Clareified this week!
From The Truth Laid Bear‘s New Webblog Showcase:

Damage: Global Warming Catastrophe – New Evidence

Psyche’s Knot: Black & Decker® – You’re Scaring Me!

It’s Ten p.

Friday, November 28th, 2003 by Dawn Summers

It’s Ten p.m. Do you know where the President of the United States Is?

Too bad the rest of the troops can’t fly out after lunch.

Tomato, Tomahto, let’s call the whole thing off

Thursday, November 27th, 2003 by Dawn Summers

Tomato, Tomahto, let’s call the whole thing off

One of my closest friends from law school, was a feisty chick from Viva Las Vegas. She would constantly correct my Brooklyn pronunciation of her home state — Nevada.
I’d say Nevada, rhymes with “baby father”, she’d say Nevada, rhymes with “baby daddy.”

I wonder if she’ll read President Bush the riot act, too?

Actually, a partner at a New York law firm told me that he tried a case in Nevada and kept pronouncing it the Brooklyn (and apparently, D.C.) way and the judge corrected him twice, before threatening him with contempt fines, if he mispronounced the state’s name again… trippy.

Oh, he got it right after that.

Nevada should just change the state’s name to Las Vegas. Everyone can pronounce that.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Thursday, November 27th, 2003 by Dawn Summers

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

(and heartfelt apologies to the Native Americans for the small pox blankets.)

The Vietcong killed him, too

Wednesday, November 26th, 2003 by Dawn Summers

The Vietcong killed him, too

I’m hoping this Drudge story isn’t true.

According the report “unnamed servicemen” are angry because the remains of Howard Dean’s younger brother were identified and repatriated with full military honors. The anger supposedly stems from the fact that he was a civilian and the remains of many dead servicemen are still unaccounted for. Of course, the younger Dean and his companion were reportedly killed by the Vietcong because they were thought to have been working for the American government. Thus, they ended up dying for their country in the same way enlisted men were killed, by the enemy fighting the United States. Draping a flag over the coffins seems appropriate. Why begrudge the family such a gesture?

President Bush said it best: “‘Fool me Once…

Wednesday, November 26th, 2003 by Dawn Summers

President Bush said it best: “‘Fool me Once…shame on…shame on you…Folmuah can’t get fooled again’”

But this woman lived it!

Who knew you could get exemptions from federal laws?

Wednesday, November 26th, 2003 by Dawn Summers

Who knew you could get exemptions from federal laws?

The fat cats paying Senator Utah, that’s who!
via Len

More Fun With Haikus

Wednesday, November 26th, 2003 by Dawn Summers

More Fun With Haikus

My shoes are too big
Other than that, I love them
But, still, it’s a flaw