Any word yet on Joe McGinniss' book on Sarah Palin?
Well, you know, we have amaazingly conflicting reports on the McGinniss book, and each from a usually reliable source. Garry Trudeau, who was given exclusive first leaked rights to it (and which has led to some pretty hot little Doonesburys ) says it was "meticulously reported."
Meanwhile, the Washpost reviewer Nick Gillespie called it an atrociously reported book.
So, you have some colliding views, each colored, perhaps, by what the reviwer was looking for. The book gave Trudeau some excellent days of strip, and I am guessing he saw it as I see it -- a bunch of gossip from insiders that presents Palin in a light that should make it impossible for Family Values enthusiasts to support her. A reasonable view. Many sources, named and unnamed, paint her as what we sort of expected her to be: a terrible, uninvolved mother, a petty and vindictive backstabber, an ingorant moron, etc. I mean, we KNEW these things, so the book is a treat, and we believe it.
To the Post guy, it sounds like a shoddy collection of gossip, much gleaned no doubt from her rivals. This is inimical to the idea of what an important political profile should be. Also probably correct. Sounds like McGinniss didn't go for " important," or spend much time worrying about "fairness."
Having not yet read the book, I can't really say what I think, except to note one delicious irony: The most repeated revelation -- that she had a one-night stand with Glen Rice when young and unmarried -- would probably bother no liberals at all. I mean, who cares? Good for both of them. Hope it was fun and that you used contraceptives. But (assuming they believe it) it would be the rock-ribbed Famval lobby-- opposed to fun and premarital sex, and likely uncomfortable with biracial sex -- who might be freaked. I like that irony.
Passwords don't work. I don't care how complex you make them. One company requires at least eight characters, two lower, two upper, two digits, and two "special" but it don't make no difference. Honest. It's my field.
The Post requires letters, numbers, and symbols. They also require us to change our passwords every four or five months.
I don't know what others do, but I can't possibly juggle entirely new passwords around in my head; I'd forever be locking myself out. So I simply change the last digit, moving forward by one. I am aware this is lazy and probably counterproductive to secrecy, but What Are You Gonna Do? If security is that important, we're going to need retina-reading software, or something.
You don't like crispy bacon???
I am sure I have said this before, probably recently. Crispy bacon is overcooked meat. Do you like crispy steak? Hamburger the color of dust? Do you burn fish until it is stiff?
I have no idea where the notion of crispy bacon came from, but it is no more nor less than charred meat.
The worst part of crispy bacon is that it is an American obsession and Americans are already infamous for our tasteless food. We overcook vegetables, too, until they are mush. We overcook hamburgers. We boil corn. What we do to bacon is a sin, and yet another reason for the French to contemn us.
The chatter forgot to mention the removal of all mention of Thomas Jefferson from the next round of Texas state-approved history schoolbooks.
They didn't eliminate him outright. They deemphasized him because they didn't like his views on the separation of church and state.
I love that Rick Perry's first move to solve problems is to ask that everyone tries to pray the problem away.
Rick Perry is the scariest of the whole crowd because he has a patina of savoir-faire. Dopes can vote for him thinking they are voting for a genuwine candidate. He LOOKS like a president.
That's basically how Warren Harding became president. He looked more like a president than his opponent, Mr. Cox.