A few people have noted Bruce’s “Eleanor wore fur!” jibe, as though this would make liberals recoil from her memory as vampires from a crucifix. But as Woodrowfan (whom we have reason to believe is rather well informed on matters of early 20th century history) remarks in the comments:
Um, dude, every woman who could afford it, and many who couldn't, wore fur back then. They ate meat and smoked as well, big deal.
Not only did she wear fur, Eleanor was a bowhunter. In fact, she was one of the first women to practice the sport in the U.S., and was apparently skilled enough to publish (under a pseudonym) several articles in Ye Sylvan Glade, the leading bowhunting magazine of the day. And this is to say nothing of her onstage guitar duels with Mahogany Rush's Frank Marino during her touring days with the Amboy Dukes.
As for comparing her moral authority to that of an RNC-Blastfax-spouting duck, Mrs. Roosevelt was instrumental in producing the UN’s Universal Declaration of Human Rights, and was the first chairman of the United Nations Human Rights Commission. She also said this:
“Where, after all, do universal human rights begin? In small places, close to home – so close and so small that they cannot be seen on any maps of the world. Yet they are the world of the individual person; the neighborhood he lives in; the school or college he attends; the factory, farm, or office where he works. Such are the places where every man, woman, and child seeks equal justice, equal opportunity, equal dignity without discrimination. Unless these rights have meaning there, they have little meaning anywhere. Without concerted citizen action to uphold them close to home, we shall look in vain for progress in the larger world.”
Take a moment and try to imagine John Bolton saying this, without first taking a sip of water, clearing his throat, and carefully crossing his fingers behind his back.
Therefore in fierce tempest is he coming,
In thunder and in earthquake, like a Jove
Bar the door, liberals! Hide your children and your womenfolk in the basement, for Bruce Tinsley is coming, and he is about to unleash a bon mot so devastating that it will totally ROCK your Kofi Annan-coddling, Eleanor Roosevelt-worshipping world! Bow down before the duck, Son of Jor-El, ’cause Mallard Fillmore is in the hizzouse, and he’s about to BRING it, bitch!
Posted by scott on Tuesday, June 6th, 2006 at 12:12 am.