EXCLUSIVE! Rumproast is pleased to have scooped the rest of the media, whose noses were pressed against the window of secluded Times Square ‘s La Famiglia Pizza (coincidentally a venue appearing in whatever that rotten show was that the President pre-empted) while The Blundering AlsoToo and the Tribble (™YAFB) ingested some long-form formaggio.
The cream of journalism did manage to record Half-Governor Me the People daintily sawing at her pepperoni with a knife and fork while Melania For-the-Moment-Trump manufactured her own food from the light given off by her diamond-weighted knuckles. However, thanks to your devoted Roastazon Reporter’s ability to shinny up pink marble using only plastic ivy and security cameras for handholds (a leftover from her days as a clerk for Spencer Gifts), she was able to grab this exclusive shot of the Teabagger Dream Ticket taken just as the Alaskan Frozen Cheesecake was presenting the Friend of The Blacks with the only trophy he’d never had to desert another trophy for. Note Piper Palin trying to engage the attention of somebody. Anybody. Tired. All hard glittery surfaces.Want to lay down, Mom. Mom?
Not funny: genuine picture of a little girl with worse bags under her eyes than Amy Winehouse.
For anyone who cares, Palin has arrived in Philadelphia. Shushannah Walshe and Scott Conroy, co-authors of Sarah from Alaska, seem to be the Friendly Media embeds on the tour, although it looks like Michael Smerconish got some face-time with the Unplannedidate herself.
PS: I don’t do Twitter, but I believe that “rxn” is a compressed form of the Irish word “ruction”...as in “a row and a ruction soon began.” Or if not, it should be.
Palin was mobbed by over 200 reporters and supporters as she made the brief walk from Independence Hall to the Liberty Bell. In a brief interview as she stood next to the Liberty Bell, she said the chaotic nature of her tour is only out of respect for the other people making visits.
“It’s quite chaotic anywhere we get off on the bus,” she said “We don’t want to interrupt any people or their nice plans for vacation.”
I’ll move on from the ludicrous contortions of the Underpants Gnomes smear I touched on yesterday, to check out one reason why Anthony Weiner may have been the target of a desperate attempt by a bunch of idle gossiping vindictive shitheads to send up a smokescreen over the weekend (and coincidentally target a number of young women as objects of their revolting fantasy life just because they followed Weiner on Twitter). From Stephanie Mencimer at Mother Jones:
Following an old Washington tradition of dumping required but embarrassing information on a Friday night before a major holiday, Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas finally released the details of his wife’s income from her year or so working for the tea party group Liberty Central, which fought President Obama’s health care reform law. His new financial disclosure form indicates that his wife, Virginia Thomas, received $150,000 in salary from the group and less than $15,000 in payments from an anti-health care lobbying firm she started.
The disclosure was apparently prompted in part by Rep. Anthony Weiner (D-NY), who had been needling Thomas (including on Twitter) for months to disclose how much money his wife earned from Liberty Central. That’s because challenges to Obama’s health care reform bill are likely to end up before the Supreme Court sooner rather than later, and if Thomas and his wife benefited from her income working against the bill, the justice has an enormous conflict of interest in hearing any legal challenge. Thomas had failed to disclose Virginia’s income on his financial disclosure forms for 20 years, and under pressure from Weiner and others, he had recently amended old ones to reflect hundreds of thousands of dollars she had earned working for the conservative Heritage Foundation think tank, which also opposed Obama’s health care plan.
But Thomas had not disclosed how much money his wife made from her controversial venture into Liberty Central.
Justice Thomas finally released the details of her compensation Friday night, but the disclosure, and Weiner’s triumphant press release announcing the move, were largely overshadowed by Weinergate.
The system uses a computer program that studies physiological indicators of a person, such as heart rate and the steadiness of a person’s gaze, and then uses the data to make a judgment on whether that individual has “malintent.”
Glenn Beck is worried that people like him will be targeted for Precog Malintent Testing. But, hell, you only need a fucking radio to know he rates a strip-search and a room at the Supermax.
I’ve been off the grid for most of the last week, performing a mission of mercy and hanging out near the muddy, majestic Suwannee River:
Mr. Cracker, who is no cracker at all and is in fact from New York State, claims that the Suwannee is one of a handful of Florida rivers that is worthy of being called a river. With the same tone in which many New Yorkers claim you can’t get a decent pizza outside the Empire State, the mister relegates most of our Florida rivers to “crick” status. But even he has to admit the Suwannee is somewhat impressive.
I’m just guessing it’s all about the Mosque, since the Wikipedia list of big-name historic sites is pretty thin…unless she’s got a hankering to apologize to the Indians or visit the Herbert Hoover Presidential Library.
A political Merry Prankster, Palin clearly relishes her unique ability to confound and surprise her prospective opponents, as she test-drives a possible presidential run that she and her team—with a discernible wink—have publicly billed as something akin to a mere sightseeing trip.
President Obama honors America’s fallen warriors in a ceremony at Arlington National Cemetery.
Meanwhile. a thoroughly knicker-twisted old fartknocker laments that we have 600 days left in this utterly despicable Kenyan Impostor’s Evil Reign of Wreath-Laying, Warsaw-Ghetto Homage-Paying and Tornado-Victim Comforting. And that’s just his FIRST term!
Welcome to Monday morning on Rumproast. I won’t detain you long as you sluggishly slurp your coffee and come to terms with the week ahead.
But since everybody else on the Internons seems to be discussing this storm in a Y-front, it would be remiss not to comment on the outrage du weekend—the Anthony Weinergate Twitter account hacking would-be “scandal” pumped up by Underpants Gnomes Andrew Breitpart, Lee Stranathing, and one patriotusa76, a.k.a. the clairvoyant Dan Wolfe (motto: “Conservative Reagan Republican. No Obamacare, socialism, sharia. Proud of the USA & Proud to be an American with NO apologies. No elitists need apply.”), the only living witness to the atrocity that saw a twitpic of somebody’s suspiciously gray underwear swathing a rather modestly proportioned gherkin allegedly dispatched to an unwitting and quite possibly unwilling recipient.
Dan Wolfe clairvoyant? Well, we’re all about evidence here at Rumproast, and—somebody disinter Arthur C. Clarke if you can get near his spinning remains—here it is:
Don’t bother looking for it now, as this is what will greet you:*
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By the evidential standards currently in play, I think that counts as a truly damning admission of guilt.
From all accounts, the best timeline of events surrounding this drama can be found at stef’s post over at GOS. However, exercising my graphic forensic skills, I have managed to isolate the original twitpic before Wolfe doctored it. To preserve your breakfasts, I will place it after the fold.
Yeah, I’m watching the morning news shows, and I’ll be slowly excavating the household wreckage of My Winter As a Helpless Cripple all weekend. But I can guarantee that any Federation Vessel Distress Calls will be going straight to voicemail until Tuesday.