One of the nastiest forms of journalistic plastic surgery that his intimidated pals in the media have performed on the resume of Barack Obama has been to paper over his embarrassing, almost career-long, coziness with Palestinian extremists, Jew-haters, or “anti-Zionists,” as they like to think of themselves.
Parks and Prosperity Meet Over Prayer on a Special Sunday Morning
At 9:30 yesterday morning, I knew that I was not in my synagogue for three reasons:
• The services not only started on time, but one minute early.
• The people in the jammed pews were perfectly silent.
• Most of the men were dressed in three-piece suits, and a number of women even wore white gloves.
In Daily Judaism, You May Call the Clock by Its Proper Name — The Boss
My timing was excellent late yesterday afternoon. After driving the several miles over to Beverly/Fairfax to fulfill a weekly errand, I found a rare parking space on Stanley Avenue. The sun was fading as I walked down the paved alley behind venerable old Etz Jacob, my favorite synagogue in the best known Jewish neighborhood in Los Angeles.
Of Politicians Who Can’t Resist Sharing Their Once-a-Century Wisdom with Us Peasants
You have heard it said that the most physically dangerous ground in America is the space between New York Sen. Chuck Schumer and an approaching television camera or microphone.
Don’t laugh. We have the same poisonous problem at City Hall.
Pillows, Blankets, Hot Cocoa and a Lifetime Supply of No-Doz Will Be Needed Tonight
Pardon my cynicism. After sitting through eight hours of a County Board of Supervisors’ meeting yesterday, I am not eager to report on another marathon tonight at 7 when the Planning Commission ponders whether to approve a green project at 8665 Hayden Pl.
Queenie, Your Fairly Royal Highness. Shake Hands with Honesty. It Is a Stranger to You, Right?
I hope that the aging and soon-to-retire Queen Yvonne — she specializes in charades — sleeps soundly tonight because the petitioning peasants of her kingdom, whom she will face tomorrow, will not.
Led by the two hardest working attorneys on the Westside, Ken Kutcher and John Kuechle,an undiscouragable band of Culver City area residents will troop downtown to 500 W. Temple St. for a 9:30 meeting with the Board of Supervisors, hoping to convince them to amend the present documents and delay making final decisions about the Inglewood oilfield.
We Lost? Only One Explanation — The Other Side Cheated Us
Given the low-flying kinds of persons the Democratic Party deliberately and historically recruits — they do not have to be breathing or American — I become instinctively suspicious of the underlying motives of Democrats who get instant religion about honest voting and clean voter registration whenever an Election Day looms.
Lewis Is Another Example of Brilliant Race Maneuvering by Obama
Not by accident did the chair of the Obama Pre-Emptive Strike Goon Squad finger U.S. Rep. John Lewis to make this weekend’s They Will Swallow Anything attack on the McCain campaign.
The parallels between the 68-year-old Georgia Congressman and U.S. Sen. Obama are striking.
If I Had Been Born Black — We Might Have Found a Locution Solution
Sometimes I wish I had been born black.
The desire re-emerged this morning over the breakfast table.
I was midway through absorbing America’s third-worst newspaper, the Los Angeles Times, which, hopefully, will fail in the not-distant future.
After a Letter to the Editor prodded my desire to change races to re-emerge, there came a separate and encouraging report:
How Obama’s Team Brilliantly Made Race the Tipping Point in a Winning Campaign
Not even the magnetic subject that my colleague Mr. Sisa discussed at length this morning in his weekly essay inflames the passions of meek persons the way that the conversational insertion of race does.
Given the sotte voce nature of the largest portion of Barack Obama’s campaign, it is unlikely that race is just accidentally ankling into the last hour of the campaign.