Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Run, Cindy, Run!

Saint Cindy got herself bounced out of the State of the Union address the other day, fresh off of her trip being coddled by a Venezualan commie, and not long after her announcement that she is contemplating running for the Senate in California. Run, Cindy, Run! Having an actual position of authority within the Democratic party would be the greatest electoral gift ever granted to the Republicans. In the months long coverage of this obviously sick woman, I wonder why no one has asked her in connection to her comments that George Bush is the world's biggest terrorist what that makes her now deceased son? Was he just the good Nazi soldier taking orders from Hitler, not to be held responsible for his decisions? By the same logic, were the guys who flew the planes on 9/11 just dupes of OBL, not to be held morally responsible for simply following orders? Maybe if someone in the press would just ask her that simple question, it would shake out of her dementia, and she'd finally see that she has surrounded herself with a bunch of lunatics.

But it won't happen. And maybe soon she'll take a trip across the pond to meet the most vocal anti-war member of the UK parliament, one George Galloway, who recently extended his fame by being on the UK version of the television show Big Brother. Drudge had linked to several articles concerning his behavior on that show last week, one of which pictures him doing a robot dance in a red leotard next to a transvestite former lead singer of some band I never heard of, who donned a teal leotard. Here is the most recent link: http://www.thisislondon.com/showbiz/articles/21516694?source=PA&ct=5 The one refreshing quote in the article is from an MP in Galloway's own Labour Party, who plans to lambaste the guy when he shows up again in Parliament. George, have you met Cindy? Maybe together you could play with some clay in a room with no sharp objects. But don't let that stop you from running for Parliament again. Run, George, Run!

His appearance on Big Brother, where he willingly makes an ass of himself in front of a nation of viewers (although arguably he made an ass of himself a long time ago) is to me indicative of a disturbing trend spurred on by reality TV. It's not enough for some people to be accomplished at what they do anymore without having to parlay their success into fame, and to extend their fame on TV they'll seemingly do anything. Witness Donald Trump and the Apprentice. Or Martha Stewart and the Apprentice. Or Richard Branson and his knock-off the Apprentice. Or Paris Hilton's mom and the show where she was going to teach some country bumpkins the ettiquette necessary to be a tramp like her daughter within the classiest circles. At least with Trump, the show was successful, but most people already viewed him as a guy who is famous for being famous - few probably knew how he made his money, and fewer still probably cared. As they say, any press is good press.

16 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Cindy Sheehan

George Galloway

Donald Trump

Martha Stewart

Richard Branson

Paris Hilton's mom.

They can't be held responsible for their actions. Why? Because they are all drunk on Chartreuse. As an expert, I can spot the tell tale signs of a Chartreuse drunk.

4:11 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Bush isn't like Hitler, he's like the version of Hitler that Moe from the Three Stooges played, Leader of the Kingdom of Moronica.

"Peace! We want peace!"

6:52 AM  
Blogger Hatcher said...

In that case, would that make Cindy Sheehan's Larry or Curley. And don't give me Schepp or Joe - those guys sucked.

7:01 AM  
Blogger Hatcher said...

Sorry, I meant to say would that make Sheehan's son Larry or Curley?

7:02 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Its Shemp, not Schepp. If you are going to include the Stooges in your right wing diatribe, at least get the names correct.

10:06 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ah the Stooges. Total Chartreuse drunks. Well, maybe not Curly Joe Besser, that guy was a pussy.

By the way, if you ever get a chance to see the TV movie done about the Stooges about five years ago, I highly recomend it. I actually cried at the end of the film when the Stooges made their comeback. Then again, the fact that I was cracking open my second bottle of that magic green exlir may have made me a little weepy.

4:30 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hatcher,

Why don't you write about something more substantive than Hollywoods latest exploits or Cindy Sheehan?

Yes, I've got your point that some liberals can be hypocrites and self absorbed. So what? The stuff you have been talking about lately has been small change.

You have a PhD in economics- can't you find something more substantive to write about and analyze? Any thoughts about taxes, social security, energy, health, Iraq, political corruption, changes at the Fed or the Supreme Court?

PatB

6:46 AM  
Blogger Hatcher said...

Fair point, Pat. Time has been a premium of late for me, though, so I have taken the easier route of just singing from the same old hymnal. I'll try to make it more novel, but not next week. I'll be on vacation.

7:11 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

one thing for Cindy, she could have one hell of a lawsuit on her hands, especially after G (dooooh)Bush used the word freedom 25 times during the state address. At least she stands behind her idealogies and beliefs, isn't that what we all want from a pol.

8:28 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

something way worse than chartreuse hands down is drambuie, nastiest alcohol ever

8:29 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Who ever said Chartreuse was nasty?

10:23 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I guess something like um ah I don't know first amendment, duh i um guess. One major difference between Cindy and the congressman's wife was that Cindy was actually arrested while the other was escorted out. Huge difference actually. And since when does Miss Manners make the laws for the country.

6:58 PM  
Blogger Victor Matheson said...

So, I was in San Francisco last weekend for a wedding. As is my usual wedding practice, I wore my kilt. It's amazing how quickly a guy wearing a skirt and no underwear can get a cab in San Francisco.

Anyway, while in SF, I took a quick tourist trip over to Muir Woods to see the redwoods and hug a few trees.

While I was there I noticed a sign that designed a small spot next the parking lot as a "free speech zone" where, apparently, people are allowed to express themselves. Strangely, I always thought that the First Amendment kind of designated, well, the entire country as a free speech zone. Apparently, the National Park Services thinks otherwise.

I might add that the Capitol police apologized to Cindy the day after her arrest. Apparently, they did finally determine that wearing a t-shirt with the number of war dead on it is not a jailable offense. Yet.

10:03 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Professor Vic wore a kilt with no underwear into the San Fransisco forrest to see redWOODS.

As Butthead would say, "Huh Huh Huh, you said wood."

4:04 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

well, I guess if Bush apologizies to the Iraqis, like the Capitol police did to Cindy, then all is forgiven and righted. Good Plan. OOPS, SORRY

11:18 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Response to Pat B: economics? taxes? ZZZZZzzzzzz..

Response to Prof Vic: You own a kilt?!?

Response to Hatcher: Run Hatcher Run!

OK I gotta bet back into the house to see if I can win immunity again this week

9:44 AM  

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