Monday, March 10, 2008

The New Yorker: Condi 4 Veep!

Haw haw! Who is this guy? I think he's a little behind-the-times with the Condi scene:

Choosing Rice would be a trick. Her failures would be buried in an avalanche of positive publicity for a personal story as yet only vaguely known to the broad public. (One of the little girls who died in the 1963 Birmingham church bombing was her playmate? We didn’t know that!)


How can anybody who claims to take Condi seriously not know that? She only mentions it every chance she gets! Mr. Herzburg, please!

10 comments:

HRH King Friday XIII said...

Condi losing her childhood playmate probably doesn't help the mother who lost her son in Iraq feel a whole lot better.

karenzipdrive said...

Her adult playmate, Randy Bean, would likely cancel out any mileage she got from her proximity to her childhood playmate.

Anonymous said...

Condi-as-Cheney -- yet another reason to swim to New Zealand ... or wherever ...

Anonymous said...

Isn't he the guy in the illustration, with the tophat and monocle? Ha ha, uppercrust Knickerbockers are so out of touch.

dguzman said...

Obviously, this guy needs to start going to THE SOURCE of all information Lecondel. What a moe-ron.

Dean Wormer said...

I call bullshit on the playmate story.

No way somebody goes through that and then turns into a conservative monster.

Yes - I said it. Nyah!

Lulu Maude said...

Ah... Seymour is too often correct.

Talk about pandering to African-Americans. Be on tap to remind them of all the shoe shopping during Katrina, PSP.

section9 said...

Cut the crap, Princess. Your self-righteous political slant fools no one.

You built this two-bit blog on Condi Rice, and if she becomes McCain's running mate, she's you're meal ticket! You want Condi to be McCain's running mate so bad you can taste it!

No more matching armchairs; fully 100 days of Condi in front of legions of adoring, polyester-wearing Republicans-the people you love to hate. And you'll get to pass in review of her entire shoe collection.

Plus, if the Young Jesus is foolish enough to actually be forced into picking the Beast as his Vice-Presidential nominee? Then Dick Morris finally gets his wet dream. And you get yours.

Lastly, if pigs fly and McCain actually wins? Well, then you're set for four more years!

Now stop bitching. You're fooling noone. It's the shoes. She sold you on the shoes.

sfmike said...

"The New Yorker" magazine under editor David Remnick is filled with nitwits, at least among their political essayists. It wasn't very long ago that they were editorializing in their "Notes and Comments" on why we had to attack Iraq. The bastards still haven't apologized for that charming bit of neoconservative nonsense.

Matty Boy said...

Last year, the New York Sun had an editorial that said that the only true keeper of the flame for Bush would be Dick Cheney running for president.

I guess when you have column inches to fill on a deadline, the first juicy brain fart will do.

Especially in New York, it would appear.