Playing Twenty (Or Less) Questions With Bill O'ReillyIn this week's column, Fifteen Questions, Bill O'Reilly asks his readers to be Junior O'Reillys and hound people who won't be on his show:
Bill, if I happen to encounter these people I will ask them your questions -- if I can ask you some questions in return. Deal?
Bill, since President Bush presided over the failure to stop 9/11, the claim that there were Iraqi WMD's, and the gross underestimating of post-war problems in Iraq, why does he still hold his job?
Not a bad question. And mine to Bill is: Why did you not get back to William Lawson when he wanted to tell you about the Iraqi torture allegations? (Per the NY Times, Lawson said he tried to tell Bill the story before he went to David Hackworth, who helped him get in touch with "60 Minutes.") Were you too busy doing stories about rap music to have time to look into allegations of the mistreatment of Iraqi prisoners?
To Bill O'Reilly: Did you believe that bringing Ted Rall on your show so you could needle him would lead nitwits to make death threats against him? Because that's what many of them did.
Bill, no question you're a guy (as far as I know). A guy who gets high ratings. You've turned 70-years-old and you're a gazillionaire. Is it time to stop promoting Those Who Trespass ("Ashley was now wearing only brief white panties. She had signaled her desire by removing her shirt and skirt, and by leaning back on the couch") on every other show?
Bill, you promise to be looking out for people, but in many places, things are worse. Do YOU feel any remorse?
Bill, you seem to think you already know why Clinton doesn't want John Edwards to be Kerry's running mate -- here's a snippet from last week's interview with Dick Morris where you helped him to flog his new book about Hillary Clinton, your archrival (in the book sales department):
So, if you already think that Bill doesn't want Senator What's His Name to be Kerry's vice president pick so Hillary can have the job, why are you bugging me to ask him about it? As to whether Bill Clinton will come on your show and flog his new book, I suspect the answer is, "When hell freezes over and/or your show gets those two Peabody Awards." But if I see Bill in Wal-Mart, I'll ask him that for you.
Bill, do you believe that the media, including you, had any part in helping to sabotage Dean's campaign? Do you feel any guilt about making "the Dean scream" emblematic of Dean as a candidate?
Well, I don't know of any group which monitors incidents of sentiment, but maybe this report of a Pew poll comes close:
So, Bill, in that light, do you feel silly?
Bill, you're a grown man who talked about wanting to "shoot between the head" somebody who called you on some of your misstatements. Do you feel silly?
Likewise. Anyway, Bill actually did come up with fifteen questions, but I gave up after, what are we up to, nine. So, if you have any questions you want me to ask Bill when I run into him at K-Mart, or the Long Island Yacht Club, please post them. 11:53:58 PM |
Another Yee?Maybe it's too soon to second guess the authorities, but it's starting to look like there are some fundemental problems with the case against Brandon Mayfield, the American Muslim being held as a material witness in connection with the Madrid bombings. The only evidence against him is reportedly one finger print -- which may or may not be his. Here's part of the NY Times story:
However, today we learn from the A.P.:
So, there certainly seems to be some doubt about just how good a fingerprint match it is -- and even if it does turn out to be Mayfield's print, nobody knows what connection it might indicate between Mayfield and the bombings. As mentioned before, family and friends say that Mayfield has never traveled to Spain, and hasn't left the country for ten years. Local TV station KATU News provided some background on Mayfield: he converted to Islam after marrying his wife, an Egyptian-born Muslim born who immigrated to Washington as a child. Unlike some converts, Mayfield doesn't seem to have been fanatical about his new religion ("He was on the less religious side if anything," said his mosque's administrator). His always-mentioned connection with Jeffrey Battle is that Mayfield, who took low-income immigration and family law clients, represented Battle in a custody case. "Law enforcement officials in Washington said they were not aware of any other contacts" (other than the custody case) between Mayfield and the members of Battle's group. Mayfield's wife said,
And she may be right. The FBI says they were forced to arrest Mayfield before they actually had a case against him because they feared that their information was leaking to the media, and that Mayfield might learn of their interest in him and "become a fugative."
Yeah, the prosecutors had little choice -- especially when a distraction from the Abu Ghraib atrocities was so badly needed. Certainly the Madrid bombings are a big deal and deserve an energetic investigation, but what if a guy is taken into custody for an indeterminate time, his life is torn apart, his reputation ruined, all because of a fingerprint that turns out not to be his? Is one of those government non-apologies going to cut it? 6:10:45 PM |
Today's NewsMax SpamFYI: if you ever complete a NewsMax poll (hey, they told me that Mel Gibson needed my opinion), you'll get spam for the rest of your life. But at least today's is not for a President Reagan bathmat or a book about how Hillary Clinton killed Brit Hume's son. No, this time it's good, old-fashioned, fundraising spam (which means that NewsMax rents out its subscriber information). So, with no further ado, here's "Black Conservative Needs Your Help" (all emphesis in in the original).
An articulate black conservative? Why, those things are as rare as hen's teeth -- what a rare and precious find! So let's read that important message from Tom Tancredo:
You mean we are going to exploit this man's race for political advantage? That hardly seems right, Tom -- are you back on the sauce or something?
Tom, honey, it's May Maybe you should forget about the scary illegal aliens for a while and get some help for those blackouts. While you're doing that, we'll listen to Vernon:
Well, you sound like my kind of guy, Vernon: a wingnut. But it gets even better ...
Jesse Helms, back from the grave -- and black! That does sound like a Republican dream come true.
The brazen hussy! I'm sure the fine people of North Carolina will see through her lesbian Hollywood liberal talk of "Equal Rights," and they will vote for a man, like God intended them to. Oh, wait, she's already a state senator -- nevermind. Okay, I know absolutely nothing about North Carolina's 5th District and its numerous nefarious millionaires, but I did find a Washington Times piece about it from last month. Here are a few entertaining bits:
Wow, a congressional race between competing Jesse Helmses! It sounds even scarier than the Queen Victoria race from that Monty Python ep.
So, our new friend Vernon, the black Jesse Helms, is also the black Roy Moore, which you have to admit is quite enterprising of him.
Okay, Vernon sounds like the right Jesse Helms for the job. Let's hear just a little about his immigration ideas:
Bottom line: illegal aliens want to take away YOUR sweatshop job, and then kill you.
Nope, that's not alarmist rhetoric at all -- because if one illegal alien can become a spree killer, they all could. Except for the ones busy plotting and carrying out those terrorist attacks.
Yes, enough is indeed enough. If I was running for congress in North Carolina, I would promise voters I'd fight to make it illegal to commit crimes until you can speak English.
Some in the Republican Party leadership "pout him off"? I'm assuming this means that Frist et al. ignore Tancredo, and he pouts. Frankly, this sounds like a system that works, and I'd be loath to change it.
Because a black Republican, like a talking dog, is just such a novelty that it's bound to attract attention. Anyway, while I'm not going to give Vernon any money, I want to thank NewsMax for introducing him to me. I hope he wins his raise, because if there's one thing this country needs, it's more Jesse Helmses, and in a variety of colors. 3:21:10 AM |
Fighter Chocolate, Crouching RugratsIt's Friday (sorta), the day when we sit around the campfire and tell scary stories about America's Worst Mother™ ("I heard that she makes her children use copies of Proust for a potty!" "Well, I heard that if you look in a mirror and say her name five times, she will appear and badmouth competent mothers!"). Alas, this week TBOGG is too tired (and has deemed Meghan's output too boring) to provide us with a summary of what Meg and the progeny (Brillig, Odysseus, Epoxy, and Marmit) have been up to. But I have much lower standards than he does, so here's a brief recap of this week's adventure, "Fighter Kings, Eating Chocolate," which is a tribute to the imaginations of children, and a celebration of how one can fill a whole column with their ideas and not get sued for plagiarism (kids being too stupid to have intellectual property rights lawyers). 1. Our adventure starts with little Epoxy announcing that she has made something for her mother in preschool. It starts with a "huh" sound. Meghan can't guess what it is. At the end of the column we learn it was a heart. Which was nice and all, Great and Powerful Epoxy, but shouldn't it have been a brain? 2. Meghan starts dropping hints about Mother's Day being this Sunday, but the girls tune her out and start pretending to be "fighter kings." You know, like Don King. 3. Meghan explains once again why the family takes its vacations at exotic locations like the dentist's office and the free clinic: travel is for losers.
But kids, of course, can travel WITH THEIR MINDS ("The girls, meanwhile, have magically floated free of the vehicle"), which makes them the perfect al Qaeda agents. (Oh, and Dennis Kucinich is doing just fine -- he's still campaigning for the Democratic nomination, holdings rallies and fund raisers and such. In fact, just the other I heard him ask somebody, when speaking about the need for universal health care for neglected children, "Hey, whatever happened to Meghan Cox Gurdon, America's Worst Mother?") 4. On the weekend, Meghan and some guy she describes as "my husband" discover that the children, fed up with the decrepitude and squalor of the Gurdon house, have build their own shelter in the backyard. It's made from plywood, old carpet, bungee cords, and the remains of "our dismantled terrorist hamper." You know, the supplies that every American put in a hamper, in case the country was taken over by terrorists and we had to offer them a welcome basket. As you may recall, James Lileks has vowed to never dismantle his terrorist hamper (we learned that in the column where he confesseed to having a freak-out in the camping aisle of Target). But (as we learned from a previous episode of "Fever Swamp'), Meghan raided the supplies in her bomb shelter several months ago when she needed birthday presents for the Competent Children (they reportedly were speechless when presented with their gifts of duct tape and cyanide capsules). And then the Gurdon kids got into the freeze-dried beets, and Meghan decided that the terrorists could provide their own damned supplies. So, now the kids have used the cinder blocks from the underground shelter to construct their new home, and Brilling is using the short-wave radio from the terrorist hamper to send messages to the Red Cross ("Send help now.") 5. But Meghan is dismayed at the way the children have cannibalized the house to make their own kid-exclusive condo. After that episode at Marmit's birthday party (the oneTbogg likened to "Suddenly, Last Summer"), anything having to do with cannibalism makes Meghan uneasy. But the guy she says is her husband couldn't care less about the "rubble."
Yes, the "husband" has got a nice buzz going on from the martinis he had for breakfast, which makes him tolerant of the little dickens and the unholy eyesore they have erected in the yard. Besides, he has that a nice, tidy apartment near work where he spends most of his time (in the company of a certain Lottie LaBazoom), and plans to torch the homestead for the insurance money one of these nights. 6. Odysseus, still flushed with the success of the mujahadeen outfit he wore to church a couple of weeks ago, ambushes Brilling (who is still trying to beat her heroin addiction, and so is a little crabby).
Who is Odysseus today? It sounds like he's Long Darth Zapata, the well-known Mexican revolutionary/space pirate. 7. But Brillig is getting too old for these imaginary vacations that so enchant her mother, and she knees Odysseus in the groin.
Yeah, I hear that playing "orphans at a workhouse" is a perennial favorite among the Gurdon Gang. But sadly, Brillig has drifted back to her preteen girl gang, and is robbing gas stations and running numbers again. The whole thing makes Meghan sing a chorus of "Sunrise, Sunset" and shed a few tears about how quickly children grow up and learn that other kids have indoor plumbing, central heating, and parents who don't exploit them, and then they "travel on real passports, and on trains and buses" to cities far, far away, where they change their names, get therapy, and try to put their pasts behind them. Such is the cycle of life. 1:38:57 AM |
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