Sen. Joe Lieberman is the Fredo of the Democratic Family. Sen. Majority Leader Harry Reid is from Nevada. He should take Lieberman out for a fishing trip on Lake Mead. I'm just sayin...
Among the debts reported this month by Hillary Clinton’s struggling presidential campaign, the $292,000 in unpaid health insurance premiums for her campaign staff stands out.
Clinton, who is being pressured to end her campaign against Barack Obama for the Democratic nomination, has made her plan for universal health care a centerpiece of her agenda.
The Clinton campaign is trying to keep its financial operation afloat as it hits the next slew of primaries, but this is bad PR any way you look at it. You can’t sell yourself as a president ready to give hope and help to working families when you stiff small vendors who have made you look good on the road. Even worse, when vendors have contacted the campaign to see when they might be paid, no one responds
The people who put on her Ohio event had voted for her and now regret it.
T-R-I-F-L-I-N-G
So let me get this straight. Ms. 35 years of experience, ready on day one, don’t call me Hillary, call me Healthcare Clinton, doesn’t pay her bills, doesn’t pay her HEALTH CARE BILLS!!??
Are You F^%&^ing Kidding Me??
Health care.
Wow.
I know sleep deprivation and sniper fire can interrupt an otherwise responsible lifestyle, but damn Hillary. Get your ish together.
I like it. I really, really like it. I’m going to test the auto-tag feature of my Simple Tags plugin by using the words Twitter and Boston to see what happens.
Here’s an embedded video, perchance?
I’m going to say some more stuff here
And now watch me plagiarize:
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and more hey!
And now I want to see if I can change the forced justify alignment.
From the moment he greets the crowd, Baratunde is unforgettable. “My full name is Baratunde Rafiq Thurston. Baratunde is a Nigerian name meaning ‘one with no nickname.’ Rafiq is an Arabic name meaning ‘really, no nickname.’ And Thurston is a British name meaning ‘property of Massa Thurston.’ It’s ok if you weren’t expecting that last one. Neither were we.”
I’ve got to check brotha Darian Dauchan out in NYC sometime. hat tip to ThatPoshGirl on Daily Kos for finding this. Artists see and say things much more clearly than a lot of us.
I proudly present, “Damn You Barack Obama, You Pretty Motha Fu**er”
Amy Goodman had on Greg Mitchell, editor of Editor & Publisher. His has a new book out called, So Wrong for So Long: How the Press, the Pundits—and the President—Failed on Iraq. In all the retrospective coverage going on covering the five years of this unnecessary war, few in the media have bothered to look in the mirror and take the due blame for driving this country to war.
We had the largest demonstrations in the history of the planet trying to stop this madness, yet few listened. The newspapers and broadcast and cable news outlets almost universally banned any voice that challenged the idea that Iraq was something we needed to do. Media outlets and personalities that fancy themselves critical of the war or the administration now, were the worst kind of journalists when we really needed them.
It’s easy to criticize Bush now. It’s the hackiest thing you can do. It’s easy to criticize the war, but when it really counted — before we sent people in — most of these idiots had nothing to say. They created a very hostile environment for our politicians to do the right thing, and for this complicity in war propaganda, they need to be held forever accountable.
We should remember that these same media outlets are the ones driving the coverage and narrative of our current election. In general, they cannot be trusted. Their agenda is not our agenda. If they could help pull off the overthrow of a government, leading to the collapse of a society, the death of hundreds of thousands and the draining of the treasuries of two nations, what interest do you think they have in a substantive mediation of this presidential election? That’s right. None.
I’m as guilty as anyone of continuing to prop up these grossly negligent entities, but they’ve not learned their lesson, and I will try as much as possible to avoid validating them. This means more linking to alternative and perhaps local media, for example.
Charlie Rangle made news years ago for proposing a military draft, as a way to spread the burden of this war more widely across society and, in so doing, end the war. I offer a more modest proposal: a military draft for elected officials and the media. If it were their kids and family members going off to commit crimes against another people, going off to get disfigured by an unjust and wasteful effort, you can bet we would not be where we are today.
Check out Goodman’s interview with Mitchell below. Tell us what you think.
I owe Hillary Clinton an apology. We all do. Thank God for the Internet and bloggers like tbone, without which stories like these would never be told. Hillary is truly an American hero.
An excerpt from The War Journals Of Hillary Clinton:
As bullets clawed the air around us and screams echoed down the rubble-strewn tarmac, I felt almost peaceful.
It was a simple mission, they had told me – get in, shake a few hands and mouth a few platitudes, get out. Simple. Yeah.
Things had started going wrong while we were still in the air and only gotten worse from there. So here we were, pinned down, choking on the acrid tang of cordite and the heady scent of human blood. The mission was even simpler now: survive. Whatever the cost, survive.
There was a grunt and a clatter of equipment as Sinbad threw himself down at my side. Sweat glistened on his bare arms, and I could see tendons contracting and relaxing as he squeezed off bursts from his M14. The motion was hypnotic, like a snake about to strike. Perhaps, when all this was over-
No. Concentrate. Focus on the mission. Survive.
A shout from my left drew my head around. Sheryl Crow, guitar still strapped to her back, had taken cover behind a haphazard pile of decaying corpses. Her hair, once lustrous, now lank and greasy, was held back from her eyes by a dirty red headband. Her slim nostrils flared in the dirt-smeared oval of her face, seeking air free of the funeral taint shrouding the airfield. Still, I saw a fierce exultation in her expression that I knew mirrored my own.
Her lithe, nimble fingers stroked the top of an M67 frag grenade, strumming a chord of impending doom. With one quick, economical movement, she plucked the pin free and sent the deadly payload sailing toward the ridge concealing our enemies. My eyes traced the arc, willing it to fly true, to rain death on-
“There!” Sinbad shouted. “The convoy!”
I wrenched my gaze in the direction he was pointing. The boom of the grenade registered only faintly, suddenly unimportant. Thirty yards dead ahead was the real target: the armored convoy, offering safety, shelter, survival. If we could reach it.
“Follow me!” Sinbad roared, levering himself to his feet. As I prepared to follow, a high-pitched whine arrowed across my eardrums and warm, sticky rain splashed my face.
I forced myself to look, already knowing what I would see. The big man lay there, crumpled, the left side of his head a nightmare maze of blood, brains and tight curls of yellowish-orange hair.
Time to mourn later. Survive.
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Continue reading the rest of this harrowing tale of Hillary, war hero, ready to lead on Day One.
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