Before announcing plans for next Saturday’s overnight parade down Culver Boulevard to triumphantly celebrate the reinstatement of plastic bags as honorable, if mute, members of our society, let us transact a little nonpartisan business:
Like ants at a Sunday School picnic, the nation’s premier organization of semi-pro Presidential panderers, Whores for Obama, has had a scramblingly busy time since the Glenn Beck rally. They can’t believe someone who so sharply disagrees with their received wisdom can draw a half-million ordinary people
The last seven days were Get Even Week, when the left-controlled media continued to blithely ignore fact:
The length of California, newspapers are trashing the two high-profile Republican ladies running for statewide office; others are angrily rebuking Israel for refusing to take two steps back and compliantly handing over the Jewish state to Palestinian Arab terrorists who, well, by thunder, say they need and deserve a state; the editor of the Jewish Journal predicts Swish might create Middle East peace if Jewish extremists just can be checked; two of the weakest draws in liberal talking media, Bill Press and Ed Schultz, hoping to grab Mr. Beck’s coattails, have challenged him in a desperate Look at Me bid; but my Most Furious Burp-up winner was an attention-starved far left professor at Arizona State — dumbfounded by the whopping size of the Beck crowd, he says, feh, numbers don’t matter. Oh.
Girls, It Is Your Turn Again
Down at the Los Angeles Titanic, our two favorite upwardly mobile green-eyed girl reporters, Smarmy Seema and Maeve the Mocker, have stayed up late thinking of new ways to sandbag the statewide campaigns of Meg Whitman and Carly Fiorina.
Walloping them over the head every morning for being so darned rich became a threadbare theme on the second day, months ago, although the left never tires of attacking with the identical lines each day for years. Just ask Sarah Palin or Rush or Mr. Beck, whose religious beliefs have been savagely scuttled for undeniably valid reasons. He’s so Mormon. Yep. That is it. Applying the same principle, the girls openly, unashamedly demean Ms. Fiorina every morning because she is wealthy, because she is about 10 years smarter than her hateful opponent, Sen. Barbie Boxer (D-CA), having spanked her soundly in last week’s televised debate, and acts so Republican, so successful. Ms. Fiorina is California’s most capable U.S. Senate candidate since Bruce Hershenson was stabbed in the neck by the nastiest California Dem, Bob Mulholland, on Election Eve weekend, 1992.
Talk About Ingratitude
Some people on the left are a little slow in grasping rudimentary facts. After listening for decades to insincere mommy and poppycock over campaign reform, isn’t it refreshing that political candidates such as gubernatorial contender Ms. Whitman and Ms. Fiorina are spending their own money, not dipping into the people’s coffers?
You would think.
Smarmy Seema and Maeve the Mocker, struggling to breathe in a male-dominated environment, grew up in awe of the gospel that strong-willed women in the public marketplace should be honored. But because they are girls of the hard left, schooled to loathe those who believe otherwise, they treat Ms. Fiorina and Ms. Whitman like Republicans, like outliers unworthy of even winning the community’s skunk-catcher’s office.
Which brings us back to the most commendable verdict of the past seven days, the ringing defeat in Sacramento of the nonsensical ban-plastic-bags bill, a nutty nod to the latter-day members of the Groucho Marx Marching and Chowder Society, our thinly strung together environmentalist chaps, my choice as the ditziest lobby in Washington and state capitals across the land.
Fear not that environmentalists will retreat into the nether world after a deliciously deserved defeat
“This is a sad day for California,” the bill’s author, Democratic Assemblywoman Julia Brownley told the Santa Monica Mirror. “It’s not a matter of if, but a matter of when, consumers bring their own bags and become good stewards of the environment.”
My copy of the newspaper, unfortunately, was not accompanied by an interpreter to explain the meaning and significance of the second sentence. It sounds sooooooo refined, “good stewards of the environment,” so I Am a Sheep, Too-ish, so unoriginal, so vacuous.
Ms. Brownley told the Mirror that millions were spent to defeat the Donald Duck-style bill (actually, she did not mention Mr. Duck). The left is accomplished at hyperbole, but let us say that is true. True-believing robots advocating AB 1098, I presume, dropped to their mechanical knees every night and prayed to their mechanical god that pennies from heaven would waft into their hungry coffers so they could beat those big, ol’ mean guys. The mechanical god must have taken them literally. He only sent pennies, and the balmy ideologues who could not remember, specifically, why the ban was a good idea, took a hit to the chops in the name of common sense.
