Trailer for the upcoming HBO film “Game Change,” which is based on the book by John Heilemann and Mark “Dick” Halperin:
From that snippet, it appears Ed Harris pulls off McCain’s trademark peevish, constipated affect to a tee. Julianne Moore perhaps lacks the vocal range to accurately mimic Palin’s home fire alarm-speaking voice, but in that clip at least, she nails the verbal cadence, and kudos must go to the hair, wardrobe and make-up peeps.
I read the book when it came out a couple of years ago. The most revealing insights it provided were perhaps unintentional, as it was a window into the obsessive tabloid mindset with which our stupid media has so debased coverage of US politics. But for that reason, it’ll probably make an entertaining movie.
Lady Lynn Forester de Rothschild, poster-snob for the cognac-swirling, naval-gazing, canapé-grazing, manor-dwelling, Trans-Atlantic swells, has an Opinion on Something. I was going to excerpt it. But I just don’t have the heart at Wine Thirty. Here’s a shorter instead:
Tea Party and OWS movements should exchange saliva. Capitalism, good! Obama, bad! Clinton restoration!
Look, I’m not judging you. However, it is high time you realize President Obama is not going to take you across his knees and spank you until your bottom goes purple.
I know that’s what you really want, and I’m sure you’re not the only ones who do. I mean, look at Orly Taitz. But your dream of being called a bad boy and sternly paddled by the President of the United States of America just isn’t meant to be.
Perhaps you didn’t think it was obvious. Maybe you thought your “Oo look. We’re talking tough to the President and standing up for America” schtick fooled anyone. Or at least your wives.
Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh right in your face like that.
If it wasn’t obvious before, this Jobs Growth for Men bill you’ve been parading around has made it blatantly and abundantly clear.
Rumproast wasn’t the only blog to note that yesterday marked the anniversary of John McCain’s most damaging, cynical political act in a career notable for such degradations: Sarah Palin cult site Conservatives4Palin also noted that yesterday was the third anniversary of Snowflake Snooki’s debut speech in the blameless city of Dayton, Ohio.
One C4P operative even created the tag “Sarah Palin Day” to make a sort of official holiday of it, and the solemn event was marked there with several essays to sanctify the occasion. As an inveterate gawker at political silliness and a collector of mangled metaphors and stupefying similes, I was in hog heaven perusing the C4P offerings, which included an essay entitled “Why I’m Still Mad About 2008.” It contained this odd sentence:
Blaming Sarah Palin for blowing it in 2008, is like blaming your dog for not meowing loud enough.
Oookay then. Aside from a few grammatical quibbles, I’m not sure we can improve on that sentence, so let’s just let it stand in all its glory. The end.
Now that the Libyan “squirmish” she opposed has resulted in the apparent ouster of Moammar Gadhafi, America’s Backseat Driver™ has issued some helpful tips on handling the aftermath via Facebook:
First, the White House needs to avoid triumphalism.
Har-dee-fucking-har-har! THIS White House always avoids triumphalism. It’s you Republican jackasses who should have “Avoid Triumphalism” tattooed on your goddamned foreheads.
Second, we must be very concerned about the future government that will emerge to take Gaddafi’s place… We should work through diplomatic means to help those who want democracy to come out on top.
Ya think? I’m sure Hillary is on it, hon.
That said, we should not commit U.S. troops or military assets to serve as peacekeepers or perform humanitarian missions or nation-building in Libya. Our military is already over-committed and strained, and a vaguely designed mission can be the first step toward a quagmire.
A “quagmire” is what the president has thus far avoided in Libya, chiefly by ignoring the advice of the neocon assholes in the Republican Party like your former running mate.
Finally, we must make sure that terrorist groups don’t try to co-opt the revolution, as Al Qaeda is trying to do in Syria. We should continue to use our intelligence assets to monitor the situation in Libya to ensure that potentially dangerous weapons are secured, and that terrorist organizations such as Al Qaeda don’t gain a foothold in Libya.
I’m betting Mssrs. Petraeus, Panetta and Morell are way ahead of you, Snowflake Snooki. Along with every other sentient creature on the planet.
People of Libya, be vigilant. May this opportunity be used to build a free and peaceful country.
Don’t the people of Libya have enough worries without being lectured by this raving, egocentric twit? Yep. All of us have, come to think of it.
Now that the Gaddafi regime, which is older than Jennifer Aniston, appears to be collapsing, it’ll be fascinating to watch the post-collapse spin, given the way the conflict was framed by US politicians. Those more sympathetic toward the president tended to describe NATO’s involvement as an “intervention,” as if it featured family members surprising Libya in a room and tearfully voicing their concerns about its self-destructive behavior.
The Republicans, however, have insisted all along that it was a “war,” or, more specifically, “Obama’s war.” Modern-day Republicans are wondrously fond of war, but they made an exception for “Obama’s war.” Even the most hawkish donned love beads and headbands and created colorful “Make Love, Not War” posters to carry as they converged on the Capitol in a massive anti-war demonstration.
Why would Salon find the political opinions of bitter PUMA loser Lady Lynn Forester de Rothschild relevant? Well, she can write a big fat check, and…that’s pretty much the beginning and end of her political influence.
Lady Lynn, a jet-setting Hillary Clinton 2008 campaign bundler who ostentatiously threw her support to the McCain-Palin ticket when the peasants in the Democratic Party failed to choose her preferred nominee, once made a laughingstock of herself by issuing forth from Ascott House to call son-of-a-single-mom Barack Obama an “elitist.”
Now she provides wildly incoherent and contradictory reasons for supporting Republican Jon Huntsman against the president in 2012, including that President Obama failed to enact single-payer healthcare and is simultaneously hostile to business and the benefactor of the insurance industry. Her ultimate conclusion:
The man is lost. The man is a loser. The man is not listening to people who might help him. [Like Lady Lynn?—ed.]
There are legitimate grounds on which to criticize the president. But Lady Lynn, who backed two candidates who came up short against Mr. Obama and is currently backing a man who has approximately zero chance of winning his party’s nomination, should definitely avoid calling anyone else a “loser.”
John McCain, who is a “maverick” on the planet where “maverick” is synonymous with “weather vane,” sensed a shift in the wind and took to the Senate floor to denounce the “tea-party Hobbits” who are threatening to toss our economy into the fires of Mount Doom:
The idea seems to be that if the House GOP refuses to raise the debt ceiling, a default crisis or gradual government shutdown will ensue, and the public will turn en masse against . . . Barack Obama. The Republican House that failed to raise the debt ceiling would somehow escape all blame. Then Democrats would have no choice but to pass a balanced-budget amendment and reform entitlements, and the tea-party Hobbits could return to Middle Earth having defeated Mordor.
This is the kind of crack political thinking that turned Sharron Angle and Christine O’Donnell into GOP Senate nominees. The reality is that the debt limit will be raised one way or another, and the only issue now is with how much fiscal reform and what political fallout.
Of course, McCain neglected to mention that he attempted to foist Angle the Crackpot Hobbit off on America by campaigning for her. Nor did he allude to the fact that he elevated the Queen of the Teatards to the national stage by choosing Quitting Bull as his running mate in 2008.
Dear Supreme Ruler of the Planet of the Cream Cheese People:
Oh, I get it. Alien-sisters Cindy McCain and Callista Gingrich were causing trouble on your planet, so you decided you’d just dump them here. Well, let me tell you something, Your Excellency: Earth is not your dumping ground!
While we do appreciate the consideration you showed by discontinuing the sisters’ ability to shoot death-beams from their eyes prior to their exile, the point remains: Earth is not your dumping ground!
The sisters may be unable to burn Washington DC to the ground like they torched your capitol city of Phillyopolis, but they’re still intent on world dominion. With their death-beam capabilities neutralized, they’ve turned to Republican politics instead, hooking up with ambitious, loathsome white-haired toads to get their mitts on the White House and the planet’s most fearsome nuclear arsenal.
Via Vanity Fair. Watch it and weep. Or wipe the tears of laughter out of your eyes, I’m not sure which.
Yes, pathetic fail of a “network”, RightNetwork, has launched “Whaddya Know Joe?”, a talk show hosted by Samuel Wurzelbacher, the loser never-was who is apparently going to hang stubbornly onto his 15 minutes until the end of time.
RightNetwork’s build up for the launch is hysterical too. I’ll let you read James Wolcott’s take:
RightNetwork’s buildup for Joe is embarrassingly fervid and heavy breathing, as if it were the star of Bethlehem reflected in the gleam of his cueball head that explains his blessed arrival.
“There’s a case to be made for divine intervention when it comes to Wurzelbacher.”
No, there isn’t. God can’t be that bored.
A lesser man might have been cowed when he saw the Democrat controlled media and state government lining up against him. A lesser man might have sought to go quietly back into obscurity. But Joe the Plumber was made of sterner stuff.
Yes, the stuff known as AN INSATIABLE APPETITE FOR ATTENTION, which sustained him in those long dark days in the gulag sharing a cement cell with the bitter remnants of Dennis Miller’s career.
According to an “insider” report, Droopy Dawg is packing it in; he will not stand for reelection in 2012. He’s scheduled a press conference to announce his future plans tomorrow. This raises a couple of troubling questions:
1) Who will dust John McCain’s wattles and fluff Lindsey Graham’s Bette Davis commemorative needlepoint throw pillows?
Lieberman redeemed himself somewhat with his efforts on the DADT repeal, but I’ll never forget what a colossal douchebag he was during the 2008 election or what a gigantic, throbbing hemorrhoid he was during the health care thingie.
If this rumor proves true, good riddance to the sanctimonious, mewling windbag.
Yes, had those eighteen million really withheld their votes, President McCain would be making a surprise Christmas visit to our 100% non-gay troops in Iran—whose heavily defended airstrip would be well-stocked with foam, we presume, for the President’s Vanity Landing.
Over at Cole’s place, the topic was, “John McCain: Senile, or Always This Way?”
Surgeon General’s Warning: People who don’t play this loud regularly tongue wash the ballsack of that fugly sanctimonious lying dickless maggot gnawing on a dead skunk’s arse that calls itself John McCain.
Louder. If you’ve been living your life according to the 12 Precepts of Soros your neighbors are already way too terrified to complain about a few cracks in the plaster.
Fine. Say hi to Sen. Wet Shart.
At least stop staring at Kevin’s RSS feed post. He’s really insecure about it.