Hillary will be doing a web chat in a few minutes at 12:00 PM EST! Put on your prowling paws, powerful PUMAS and prepare to pounce!!!
Also, make sure to check out last night’s “No We Won’t” BlogTalkRadio show (8/6) and listen to “Friends of Hillary” staffer Paul’s call starting at the 55 minute mark. He dishes all kinds of dirt, including letting us know that Hillary’s treasurer cries every day and that Hillary is going to “unsuspend” her campaign as Obama’s flying to Hawaii for his vacation.*
* BTW, I’m not 100% certain Paul is who he claims to be. For starters, he repeatedly refers to Hillary’s treasurer (who he claims to work with) as “Sheila” when her treasurer’s name is Shelly Moskwa.
I think that Obama is just more patient than we are. McCain is busy shooting his load early, going after the jugular way in advance of the GE. If he’s shot everything and is still close/slightly behind, McCain is left with nothing but rehashing old points that he trotted out previously.
I think that Obama may even want the polls to be close now, as that keeps the fundraising incentive going. Furthermore, he can surge after the convention. We’ve had Dems in the past who have had huge leads and have played to survive, than to win.
Furthermore, I think that after the first debate, Obama will start to pull ahead cleanly.
Ummm, yeah, Obama is the one with the cult-like following. I just checked and Comet Hale-Bopp isn’t due back our way until the year 4377, so there’s no need to alert the authorities after Denver.
More like this, please. They should just keep pounding St. McSame about his McSameness over and over and over. It’s time to knock the Maverick back on his heels and going right at his alleged strength (being a “maverick") by binding him to Bush is the clearly the best line of attack.
Mushy is mad. Her hero Bill Clinton (or “William Jefferson Clinton,” as she compulsively writes five times in one post) felt obliged to state that he is not a racist on camera, and Marsh is mad enough to stomp bunnies. Not finding bunnies underfoot, she stomps the English language instead, larding this example sentence with enough mixed metaphors to fry a dozen Twinkies:
However, when on the same day William Jefferson Clinton is compelled to insert into the political blood stream that he’s “not a racist,” the combination of sound bites meets up in a fusion so explosive for Democrats that it becomes a gift of dynamite for Republicans that could propel them to a racial high road they don’t deserve to hold.
Sweet Jeebus weeping disconsolately over a tattered copy of Strunk & White’s Elements of Style. Marsh, in a quixotic effort to stand athwart the PUMA bog and nutroots cash cow, has leapt to new linguistic heights, jumpstarting a train of thought that sails to nowhere.
Her point? No Democrat ever injected race into the primary, nor has John McCain or any official Republican and certainly not the saintly William Jefferson Clinton (who has always been good to you people and would never employ a racial dog whistle to turn out toothless inhabitants of the Appalachians for the Frau).
So get over it, whiners, or McCain will ride into the White House on a wave of “lunch-bucket” waving, aggrieved white folks who are tired of all the bitching and moaning about slaves they never personally owned. Don’t say she didn’t warn you.
Did you know that McCain is so very honorable and straight-talky that he couldn’t possibly be responsible for his own campaign’s scurrilous attack ads? Even though the ads end with, “I’m John McCain, and I approved this message”? Even when he personally tells reporters he’s proud of the ads?
I didn’t either, but that’s the conclusion Mike Barnicle (subbing for Tweety on Hardball), Andrea Mitchell and Roger Simon reached last night. Really.
It doesn’t matter what McCain does; the media just can’t quit him.
Big Dawg yaps
Hillary Clinton as VP? Na-ga-ha-pen. The Most Qualified Woman in the History of the Universe will be denied the second spot because of the ginormous ego of one man. No, not that one. This one:
Perhaps embittered Hillary supporters should direct their ire accordingly.
Thanks to my ol’ pal insomnia, I have finally found, via a late night commercial, the worst music compilation ever. It just doesn’t get more wretched than this.
The PUMAs have been pushing around a video “teaser” all weekend for the sure-to-be-a-dud documentary The Audacity Of Democracy (executive producer Darragh Murphy) and it starts with a fairly shocking confession by Murphy that not one PUMA that I’ve seen has so much as blinked at. Right at the start of the teaser Darrargh lets us know the following (in a weird “ya huh, that happened!” delivery):
So I got this call this morning on my way down on the train from blocked caller, I couldn’t see who it was from, and he asked me—he was hard to understand at first—but finally this was clear, he said would I be interested and how could he convince me and my group to help him kill Barack Obama?
So here’s my simple question for PUMA PAC founder Darragh Murphy: Did she contact the authorities (or, more specifically, the Secret Service) after receiving that phone call? How she answers that question speaks volumes about her character and the PUMA movement at large.
OH MY: Via the comments at Yes to Democracy, I see that the woman in the teaser driving away with the complaint book is, ummmm, well, just go read one of her emails here (and follow some of the links). Yeah, she seems credible.
