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Hillary Clinton Ally Threatens Ken Mehlman | |||
2006-02-10 | |||
A longtime media ally of Sen. Hillary Clinton is warning Republican National Committee chairman Ken Mehlman that Mrs. Clinton will "get even" with him for saying she's too angry to win the White House. "As Mehlman will find out, Hillary doesn't get angry, she gets even," predicts Bloomberg News columnist Margaret Carlson, in a screed published Thursday.
Carlson's prediction that Mehlman will pay for attacking Mrs. Clinton comports with the former first lady's long history of playing "get even" politics. Throughout the 1990s, for instance, Clinton accusers often found themselves targeted by IRS audits - or had embarrassing details about their private lives leaked to the press. Just this week, Anthony Pellicano - a private eye the Clintons used to dig up dirt on their opponents - was indicted in Los Angeles on wiretapping charges.
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The Question Should Be: Why We Hate Them? | |||||||||||||||
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Bryant C. Mitchell, Arab News After the disaster of Sept. 11, the common man in the Western world awoke from his spiritual slumber and was told that they needed to find the answer to what they were told was a fundamentally important rhetorical question: Why do they hate us? As a result, a frantic search began to find out any and all information they could about Islam and the Muslims. The underlying premise in the framing of this question is that âtheyâ â Muslims â possess some innate abhorrence for things Western and thereby modern. The Western religious scholars long ignored by their slumbering populace rushed to the forefront to provide an array of answers. They included, but were not limited to the following: ⢠Islam is an inherently anti-modern religion;Letâs examine the facts.
âWe should invade (Muslim) countries, kill their leaders and convert them to Christianity.âWhat the above passages clearly demonstrate is that a more pertinent question to ask is why do we hate them. Whatâs going on here? Whatâs going on isnât rocket science. Simply put, Muslims do not inherently hate the so-called âWest or modernityâ. What they dislike, some more adamantly than others, isnât the quest, but the questâs baggage.
If the Saudis had any intention of eliminating terrorism, the first thing they would do is to stop printing articles that justify it. These are the headlines in todayâs edition: "Half-Baked Cakes Not Worth Eating | |||||||||||||||
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The Coulter Cult... |
2002-07-19 |
Right Wing News covers a Telegraph inteview with Ann Coulter titled "I love to pick fights with liberals." Nice picture â my wife sez her skirt's too short, the brazen hussy, and to wipe my chin. Since I have no sense of humor, I avoid joining cults. But I confess I've always liked Ann Coulter, even though I kept confusing her with Barbara Olson â both of them bright, witty, and unwilling to suffer fools gladly. I came to like Coulter even more when she wrote about Barbara's death and ended up getting fired from National Review. I don't really think we should "convert them to Christianity" â though introducing some healthy schools of agnosticism would be a good idea â and I don't think she did, either. But I admired, and continue to admire, the authenticity of Coulter's anguish at the time. She felt the same thing I was feeling. She just happened to be the one who put it down on paper. I also admire and share the depth of her anger both at the people who brought the war to us, and those who support them, whether actively or passively. She's out there hollering at them, so that kinda-sorta makes her my spokesperson. Ann Coulter, I salute you! And you have nice legs. Mr Arafat, may I borrow one of those baby wipes? It's for my chin... |
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Anne Coulter on Barbara Olson |
2001-09-13 |
"Barbara risked having her neck slit to warn the country of a terrorist attack. She was a patriot to the very end." (National Review On-Line) |
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Barbara Olson buried |
2001-09-15 |
At this morning's memorial service for Barbara K. Olson, who died Tuesday when American Airlines flight 77 crashed into the Pentagon, a priest reached into scripture for something familiar a Bible story. He did so as he recounted the now-familiar story of the telephone calls Olson, 45, a lawyer and prominent commentator, made to her husband, U.S. Solicitor General Theodore Olson, to tell him her plane had been hijacked. Theodore Olson was powerless to stop events from unfolding. |
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Blogging as addictive behavior |
2002-04-08 |
I'd keep writing this shit even if no one was reading it. I do this first and foremost for my own benefit, and if anyone else gets anything out of it, then it's icing on the cake. This blog thing has been cathartic as all get out, and I find myself feeling better as I purge the toxins of frustration from my system by writing everything out here. When I first started out, no one was reading this and it didn't matter one whit.I can sympathize only too well. I've been stuck in the seemingly endless loop of compiling Rantburg since 9-11. It's like reading a book you can't put down, only I'm writing it. One of these days there are going to be a lot of books covering the War on Terror, but for now we don't know how it's going to turn out. Hell, it's possible we could even lose. The books might be in Arabic and not read a thing like what we've been watching. But I'm betting we'll win in the end. Talk about a cast of thousands. Try millions. We have an International Criminal Mastermind with more than a few overtones of the Insidious Doctor Fu Manchu. We have venal dictators and crafty Oriental Potentates and shadowy international arms merchants. Raymond Chandler suggested that when you don't know what should happen next, have a man with a gun step through the door. We have gunnies, snuffies, even giggling psychopaths. There are sniveling cowards looking frantically for someone, anyone, to surrender to, and Internationally Renowned Perfessors demanding to be on the other side, even though the other side's plans for the likes of them include walls and blindfolds. There are spittle-spraying, eye-rolling beturbaned religious fanatics, whipping up the masses for Holy War. There's the plain-talkin' Texas president, underestimated by friend and foe alike (see Destry Rides Again), opposing a shadowy Council of Boskone. We have Chamberlains, Quislings, and more than a few Duces and Fuehrers and generalissimos, riots in the streets, plucky reporters and reporterettes, in fact all the elements necessary for either something by Tolstoy or Dostoevsky or maybe an excruciatingly bad 1930s novel. Or maybe both, with elements of Wagner. And Tom Clancy and Ian Fleming. "There are no heroes," the nay-sayers said in their querelous post-modernist, Peace Studies voices. Don't they look stupid now? We have our heroes to go with our villains, every bit as magnificent in their bravery and goodness as the other side is mired in Evil. Just think of the matter-of-fact heroism of NYPD and FDNY, going in because there was a chance the buildings wouldn't fall down. We have Todd Beamer, Jeremy Glick, Tom Burnett, Mark Bingham, and Barbara Olson, resisting to the last. Mike Spann and Daniel Pearl, just doing their jobs, with danger and treachery all around them. Soldiers who are by God Heroic in their dedication and bravery, and even some allies who are true blue. And we have men and women who either don't get in the papers at all or who're mentioned once, like those who clobbered Shoe Boy. I'll keep compiling Rantburg because I've got to know what happens next. And I'll keep reading because, IMHO, your site is still the best place to pull all the threads together. Thanks for continuing! Thanks, y'old grouch. I'll be here. I can't stop... |
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Dowd feels so forensic |
2001-10-17 |
I am typing this wearing long black leather gloves. It's not so easy to type wearing leather gloves. But I had to stop wearing the latex gloves I got at the drugstore on Monday. They made me feel so forensic. Amid the plague panic, with what appears to be a terrifyingly sophisticated anthrax strain sent to Tom Daschle; with Senate staffers getting nose swabs as their building's ventilation system was checked for spores; with news organizations getting Cipro and security guards; with The New York Post featuring a cover of Abraham Lincoln seated in his Memorial wearing a gas mask â I felt the need for a more stylish sort of sterility. Osama bin Laden had already made women in New York and Washington rethink wearing high heels and skirts to the office, in case they have to clamber through wreckage. Now anthrax terrorism is forcing us to wear rubber gloves and surgical masks if we want to open our mail. Dowd once again proves herself one of the great comediennes of our time. Who, other than Lucille Ball, could have conceived the picture she paints with a few deft strokes? Who else could have so subtly nudged us into comparisons of the sniveling Flower of Liberalism she has created with the heroism of Barbara Olson? |
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