The news is not always as logical as we are told it is, especially on the northern side of the aisle where Democrats are accustomed to dealing with the rubes who form their base. Being uncomplicated people, rubes are incurious. They do not require explanations.
For several years, Democrats have been telling their open-mouthed base that 47 million Americans are suffering without healthcare.
Who says they are “suffering”?
Strike up the band for one more spirited chorus of Auld Lang Syne as the newspaper shifts its base of operations this weekend from the wonderful Culver Hotel, which is renovating, to the Washington-Overland business district, at 10722 Washington Blvd.
No need to search for funny stage plays or films to amuse us in our off-hours as long as we can watch liberals playing on our lawns with their brightly colored plastic toys.
Funniest and funnest story of the week is about the sassy girls who hang out at the radical National Organization for (Irreversibly Unattractive) Women. They accused Sen. Ted Kennedy of gross betrayal.
Clutching the slender handbook of “NOW and Then” rules, which say only liberal men are allowed to batter women, the girls blew up when Mr. Kennedy endorsed Barack Obama for the Democratic Presidential nomination.
All I need to hear from is one more party, Sen. Mark Ridley-Thomas (D-Culver City), and then I will know who to vote for in Tuesday’s primary.
The redoubtable Sen. Ridley-Thomas is expected to say, any hour now, “Despite the fact he is not a black man or a white woman, and even though he isn’t the kind of feminist I became by masculinely tacking on my wife’s name to mine, I endorse John McCain for the Republican Presidential nomination.”
It was painful to watch members of the Sister Cities Committee engage in parry and thrust last night with the City Council, which was determined to amend — read: tighten — its 45-year relationship with the Committee.
Not a word that Sister Cities members uttered in protest was unreasonable. These are civic-spirited workaday people, not hardline professionals. They have committed a segment of their jammed lives to the honorable cause of drawing together, and gently stirring, cultures of the world who don’t know Culver City from cabbage.
The once sacred notion of the Precise Meaning of Words was clobbered again last week by devious journalists who routinely engage in misdirection.
The most important and least important newspapers in America reported:
“President Bush and officials in his administration made 935 false statements on Iraq in the two years following the 2001 terrorist attacks, according to a new study.”
“Study” is one of my favorite abused words in contemporary journalism where liberals, unapologetically, retain a stranglehold on 99 percent of leading daily newspapers and all but one television network.
Strictly Personal: When my sister telephoned at 5 this morning to report that Pop, frail and 92 years old, suffering from diverticulitis, had been rushed to the hospital, my impulse was to turn to the calendar. Check the date: Jan. 25.
Being a journalist always has meant record-keeping deserves primacy.
One night in spring 11 years ago I was returning to my longtime apartment in Venice. Something was peculiar as I walked through the front door, mainly because it was ajar, the living room was black and no one was in sight.
Upon reflection, and evidence to the contrary, it may be time to vacate my once enthusiastic support of a recently approved
federally mandated directive forcing select members of the LAPD to submit full financial disclosure statements.
Private submissions from veterans after years on the job would be a tough objective to achieve at the Freddy Friendly Loan Co., let alone a police department where, as we shall see, the egos are more fragile than in other workplaces.
Striking the patient pose required of a liberal-leaning woman married to a frequently sensible conservative, my wife calmly re-explained to me this morning why we shlep fabric bags from Trader Joe’s — that are less disposable than I — in the rear of the family car.
I thought I recalled something about how bringing more plastic bags into the air was bad for Al Gore’s ant farms in Saudi Arabia where proliferating plasticity would increase the fertility rate of Muslim women.
Unfortunately, my eager-to-grasp mind wandered off during Diane’s opening volley, returning just in time to hear her say, “and that is why we should not put any more plastic bags into circulation.”
A semi-final note to the Planning Committee on last Sunday’s Martin Luther King Day at the Senior Center:
Please do not invite state Sen. Mark Ridley-Thomas (D-New York) and state Assemblywoman Karen Bass (D-New Hampshire) to next January’s celebration.
They were embarrassing ornaments who briefly detracted from an otherwise stellar show. As their best friends know, neither requires an outside nudge when it comes to embarrassing himself or herself.
