Outside the Asylum
Responding defensively to the Democrats’ baseless charges that the GOP is fighting a war on women is a colossal waste of time. For conservatives to guide Team America to pay dirt, we must get the offense on the field. Touchdowns are hard to come by if you never leave the shadow of your own goalposts.
I’m fairly surprised the Rush Limbaugh/Sandra Fluke/Bill Maher/Democrat hypocrisy “scandal” still has legs. Not that I expected the Democrats were any more likely to give up on this Cirque de la Stupidité, but getting Democrats to understand their own folly is a fool’s errand, like wresting a bone away from my dog.
“Game Change”is a two-hour character assassination of Sarah Palin. Interestingly, the thinking viewer can detect an unintended subtext: If Palin is as far out of her depth as she is portrayed, then she is actually a hapless dupe victimized by callous politicos. While most liberals might cheer such a characterization, she can’t be a victim and the glowering monster they usually describe.
While the Democrats have continued to shriek about Rush Limbaugh’s mildly inappropriate — albeit accurate — remarks about a fake “activist” offering fake “testimony” at a fake “hearing,” the situation in the Mideast has heated up faster than Democratic Party leader Bill Maher during coupon night at a Nevada brothel.
This past Saturday, Rush Limbaugh apologized to Sandra Fluke for calling her a “slut;” among other remarks. The truth is, Limbaugh should have apologized; but not for the reasons every shrieking banshee of a liberal from here to Nancy Pelosi’s war room and back believe.
I recently faced an attack from a liberal acquaintance. This fellow objected strongly to my remarking on the hypocrisy that tagged along on first lady Michelle Obama’s vacation to the spectacularly wealthy ski resort of Aspen, Colo.
Any working stiff can tell you: The prices at the grocery store, the gas station, the pharmacist and even the sport shop where he buys bulk ammunition have risen dramatically, outstripping inflationary increases. There’s no sign that the pricing trend will slow down.
Last summer, a 66-year-old Chicago-area insurance broker named Denny McCann met his tragic end when he was run down by a motorist named Saul Chavez. At the time of the accident, Chavez — who dragged McCann’s body a few hundred feet while trying to flee the scene — had a blood alcohol content (BAC) of .29.
I will grant that Whitney Houston’s apparently self-induced death is a cautionary tale, but let’s not overstate the case. The cautionary tale told by Houston’s death centers on the fact that Americans care far too much about precisely the wrong people.
The echoes of his oath of office had barely faded when President Barack Obama added another accolade to his resume. Just nine days after he began his occupation of the White House, Barack Hussein Obama was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize, which he infamously won. Obama’s promises of a more peaceful world under his watch flitted like ash from the pyres of global conflict.