Showing posts with label Doug Ross. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Doug Ross. Show all posts

Friday, August 28, 2009

'Melancholy'? Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?

Doug Ross catches this incredibly stupid Twitter message from Matt Cooper:

It feels a bit like 9/11 on Martha's Vineyard. End-of-summer weather is achingly beautiful but the mood is melancholy because of Teddy.
Good God! I remember when Matt Cooper used to be a journalist! Now he's doing some kind of pathetic Twitter haiku? Like a dreamy dimwitted schoolgirl?

Henceforth, if anyone asks me why the news business is going to hell in a handbasket, my answer will be two words: Testosterone deficiency.

(Hat-tip: The Blogprof.)

UPDATE (By Smitty): PJTV has an 11 minute talking head clip talking about politicizing TK, the HuffPo's atrocious blog on Mary Jo's approval, and Camelsnot.

Bleg: can anyone geo-locate the Ayn Rand Institute guy's accent? Sounds vaguely Germanic by way of New England or something. Pennsylvania Deutsch?

UPDATE II: Welcome, Instapundit readers! "Journalist," "reporter," to-may-to, to-mah-to. At heart, I'm still the same class clown I was in third grade. As I said Friday, I consider it a duty to laugh Teddy into hell. So . . . How to Remember Ted Kennedy (If You Must):
Edward M. Kennedy became a laughingstock the old-fashioned way: He earned it. . . .
If there were any justice in this world, Teddy would have been drummed out of the Senate as a disgrace as soon as the facts were known about what happened at Chappaquiddick on July 19, 1969. If there were any justice in the world, Ted Kennedy would have gone to prison for vehicular manslaughter. Instead, because he was born with the right last name, he was allowed to cop a plea to a misdemeanor charge of "leaving the scene of an accident." . . .
With a guest appearance by the inimitable "Shecky" McCain:
He’s a man after Ted Kennedy’s own heart. The main difference between Shecky and Teddy is this: Shecky doesn't like to share waitresses with Chris Dodd, so he always orders the open-faced sandwich! . . .
Shecky’s never met a tasteless Ted Kennedy joke he wouldn’t steal in a New York heartbeat. Fat jokes! Drunk jokes! Any joke that makes Ted Kennedy look like the lying, lecherous liberal he was, you can bet Shecky’s going to steal it. . . .
Democrats are trying to use Teddy’s bloated corpse to pass health-care reform — man, what a joke that is! Yet we must pay tribute to his real legacy, the way that womanizing old alcoholic would want to be remembered. . . . We’re not laughing with Teddy. We’re laughing at Teddy.
Read the whole thing. And remember to tip your waitresses. Try the veal. I'll be here all week.