Even if you are sightless, you know you have stumbled into a liberal talk radio station when all the jibber-jabbering is about Republicans.
You know you have picked up a left-wing newspaper when their essayists are obsessed with the behavior of Republicans and other undesirable aliens.
Doesn’t anybody write about Democrats anymore? Are the Dems still living and working in Washington?
For all we know, Harry Reid is wearing beaded strapless gowns, platform shoes and Rihanna’s lipstick when he walks into the Senate these winter mornings. Do we know if the Democrat leadership of the Senate might have fled Washington and joined the sin-free Muslim Brotherhood in downtown Cairo. Last week, Swishie’s ex-butler, James Clapper, Director of National Intelligence and illegitimate stepbrother of Van Jones, declared the terrorist Brotherhood fraternity as morally pure as Eagle Scouts.
In a Rut(ten)_
Timmy Rutten is one of my favorite crackpot essayists downtown in the den of the politically lascivious Los Angeles Titanic.
When he isn’t enlightening us with his unique wisdom, I can picture Timmy on his tummy in the corner, heatedly arguing with himself over which teething ring to play with. If he were a light bulb, he would be the Titanic’s roundest 1-watter.
As an unadmitted obsessive, Mr. Rutten loves writing about obsessions, especially as a perceived weakness among registered Republicans.
Which brings us to the birther movement.
If the location of Swishie’s birth influenced any voters last November, my guess is it would be a maximum of one.
That is a wide enough sampling for any left-wing commentator or essayist to run with.
Here Kitty, Kitty
Liberals in the media remind me of cats with a ball of yarn dripping molasses. They can’t help themselves. They can’t let go.
On last Sunday’s “Meet the Press” show on NBC, the partisan moderator Davey Gregory was interviewing Speaker of the House John Boehner. Mr. G. saw a chance to submarine a man he detests.
After showing Mr. Boehner a video of Tea Party-types doubting that Swishie was born on American soil and labeling him a Muslim, Mr. G. smiled and asked the Speaker if he would repudiate such “ignorance.”
“It is not my job to tell the American people what to think,” Mr. Boehner said, properly. “The American people have a right to think what they want to think.”
A brilliant rejoinder.
However, every left-wing commentator who can spell w-a-s-h-i-n-g-t-o-n has mocked Mr. Boehner for the last three days because liberals are more comfortable mocking than thinking.
Mr. Rutten, who must have missed yesterday’s therapy appointment, called Mr. Boehner’s answer “unseemly bobbing and weaving.”
“The issue,” Mr. Rutten seriously argues, “is not whether people have a right to believe idiotic things, They do, and there’s no way to stop them,” he writes with the traditional free-speech
tolerance for which left-wingers are honored.
“The issue is whether they have the right to act on their bizarre fantasies, which is precisely what carrying them into electoral politics entails.”
Huh?
Which is a normal reaction after slapping my palm against my head and completing another splendidly reasoned rotten Rutten essay.
Hand me a glass of water please. And tell Mr. Rutten his A.A. meeting starts at 6:30.
