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October 31, 2005
The Bored Smith Dinner or "A la Maison Blanc"
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Posted by emily at 9:05 PM | Comments (0)
October 27, 2005
I Did Not Have Sexual Relations With Judith Miller
Kay Bailey Hutchinson (R-Texas) on Meet the Press
Ms. Hutchison said she hoped “that if there is going to be an indictment that says something happened, that it is an indictment on a crime and not some perjury technicality where they couldn’t indict on the crime and so they go to something just to show that their two years of investigation was not a waste of time and taxpayer dollars.”
Oh Kay, Kay, Kay! May we sing again the ancient balled of Ken Starr and the stained blue dress and all the years and taxpayer dollars that went into a "perjury technicality" in which a President was impeached. Impeached and yet there were not 2,003 dead soldiers, 30-100 thousand dead Iraqis, billions of American dollars gone. We can't even secure a goddamn road in Baghdad. Sunnis and Shi'ites were going after each other again today and I know what a civil war smells like, Kay. And a dress from the Gap, well, it smells a lot better than this.
What goes around comes around, Bailey-Hutch. Word from NY Times is that we have Libby's balls on a plate tomorrow and an extention of the grand jury for Rove. Fuck playing by the rules. Fuck playing nice. They don't. We've seen from Meirs that the Republicans literally eat their young. So fuck 'em. Fuck the years were there was some civility in our public discourse. You put your ass in the wind, GOP, when you nailed Clinton for a blow job. Now you have to receive your paddling.
Oh yeah, and Cheney thinks it's okay for the CIA to torture people. The rabbit hole just keeps getting larger.
Posted by emily at 10:42 PM | Comments (0)
Happy Indictment Eve!
Twas the night before the indictments
and all through the house
All the Democrats were stirring
yet still quiet, like a mouse
The paperwork was filed
correctly with care
Pudits still arguing
"Is there a there there?"
Karl Rove and Libby
awake in their beds
yet no resignation letters
are dancing in their heads
Bush alone in his oval
not allowed a nightcap
So like Ronald Reagan
he opts for a nap
His approval rating smells
like fresh yellow snow
Not many presidents
have sunken below
Everything is not lost
Even though it does appear
Iraq may still prosper
and I'm a red-nosed reindeer
Harriet Miers went down
In a matter so quick
Like an early Christmas gift
From a jolly St. Nick
She was an evangelical
that conservative vixen!
No adjective about her
Rhymes with blitzen
Bush had to drop her
His back to the wall
He always thought he
could get away with it all
But her judicial record
Just would not fly
Angry right-wingers
falling from the sky
We stood in wonder
as in they flew
oh my golly
Republicans infight, too!
Lest we forget
People on the roof
Hurricane Katrina
smashing us with her hoof
Bush wonders if
Micheal Brown's still around
A scapegoat would
keep Bush from being bound
But alas, no, Mr. Bush
The shoe's on the other foot
How you like your legacy
covered in soot?
You've never carried
the world on your back
You've only listened
to the wolves in your own pack
My, how it must be hard
to be merry!
Life just came in
and popped your cherry
Everything came to you
wrapped in a bow
Now you can't get support
From Olympia Snowe
Bush clenches his jaw
Shows his Texas teeth
But Tom Delay will not
be showing up with a wreath
The gut clenches
Pain the belly
Foreign policy wobbles
Like a bowl full of jelly
How will you survive
without your magic elf?
So sorry, Mr. President
I don't care, myself
For five years you fucked
with America's head
Filling all us liberals
with sickening dread
You told us all
you could make it work
But we all knew
you're a whiny little jerk
Spent your youth
powder up your nose
Not that I judge
you wilted Texas Rose
The game is up
Someone blew the whistle
Go back to Crawford
clean brush and thistle
I can't wait
Until you leave our sight
And to Rove and Libby I say
have a happy indictment, sleep well tonight!
Posted by emily at 9:11 PM | Comments (0)
October 24, 2005
Sitting at the front of the bus on the way to heaven...
Rosa Parks (1913-2005)
Posted by emily at 10:19 PM | Comments (0)
We Treat Toby This Way But Not Karl Rove? or "A la Maison Blanc"
West Wing: triv will disagree, I'll state that up front, but I dug this one, too. Let me put in the qualified disclaimer: in no way is this as good as prime WW 1-4 seasons. It doesn't even share the dancefloor with it. But it's not bad. Not bad at all.
If for nothing else, the final scene with Toby, Bartlet and Babish. The Kate Harper thing was crap. Santos, who cares, except we got to see the bald guy get all pissy with Josh in the end. We now know that this actor's agent isn't very good. Having been spoiled, I know that all the firings lead into Donna coming back, which should be a bit tasty with all the tension. But enough tension. Time for some sex. If the tension leads to sex, I'm all for it. If John Wells is setting us up for tension, tension, tension and no sex, then he's not answered what is the most important and relevent question on every viewer's mind: Do Donna and Josh actually make it to the bed the first go round or is it up against a wall?
But the final scenes were in my mind the best of the season thus far. Bartlet giving it to Toby, as he HAS to. Counsel's in the room, dude, you can't hug the guy who just stabbed your administration in the back. Not that Bartlet isn't justifiably actually pissed. Sad that Bush just isn't intelligent enough and has too much riding on some unrealistic bullshit of "loyalty" to actually do such a thing to a real WH leaker, like Rove or Libby.
But what got me, totally and completely in perhaps my favorite post-Sorkin moment, was Babish telling Toby in the outer office that someone should thank him for his years of service. I don't know why, it was just really beautiful and sad to me. In this fictional world, this will be Toby Ziegler's legacy now. Everything he's worked for washed away. Not that I agree with what the following examples did in most cases, but do we remember Ron Ziegler, Halderman, Erlichmann, Robert Bork, Oliver North, BILL CLINTON, RICHARD NIXON, John Dean, Alger Hiss, Robert MacNamara, Gen. Westmoreland, Speaker Wright for their years of service to their country? We remember them from breaking some law or some screw up that made their names live in infamy. All the good gets forgotten (not that many of them DID much good, but some did). Nixon passed the Clean Water act. Do we remember that at all?
That's besides the point. The point is is that Schiff, as usually, rocked it out last night and Janney was phenomonal. But is it even "A La" without Toby? Toby was the heart and soul... you can lose the idealist (Sam) the pragmatist (Josh) but when you lose the heart and soul, all you're left with is the spleen.
Posted by emily at 12:50 PM | Comments (0)
October 16, 2005
NOT TOBY! NOT TOBY, YOU FUCKERS!! or "A la Maison Blanc"
West Wing: I know my brother will disagree, but I liked that puppy. Again, not the West Wing but for "a la maison" it was a nice showing. It's nice that they were actually in the goddamn namesake of the show THE WEST WING. Charlie, good to shake your hand again. Debbie, come, sit down, have a bit of dried fruit.
What was Santos doing being vague on intelligent design? Is he stupid? What is Garafalo doing backing him up. Josh needs to get his ass back to the White House and away from these people. SAM would never disappoint like that.
The last scene between Janney and Schiff was worth the price of admission. But if you take away my Toby, I will have to kill you, John Wells. Send Toby Zielger to jail and I poison your coffee with smallpox. That's just the way it goes, friend. Price of doing business.
Posted by emily at 11:26 PM | Comments (0)
October 10, 2005
I'd Rather Be Watching The 4077th or "A la Maison Blanc"
West Wing: That sucked.
Do you notice that, although the show is still nominally called "West Wing" we do not actually see any old West Wing sets? Besides Leo/C.J.'s office? No Josh/Donna area, no old C.J. office, no sit room, no residence, no Charlie/Mrs. Landingham/Debbie outer office, no mural room, no Roosevelt room... get back to governing people! Fuck, you're looking like the Bush administration.
Alan, I love ya. I really do. But when you said you had never served in a foriegn war, I think I speak for everyone who owns a television set when I say, "You Schmuck! You forget about Korea and Radar's Teddy Bear!!"
Suicide is painless, but watching bad maison blanc is like getting your toenails ripped out with rusty hot pliers.
Posted by emily at 11:16 PM | Comments (0)
October 5, 2005
The Problem With Harriet
Things to think about...
1) Bush can claim attorney/client privilage on a whole shitload of issues, documents, ecetera. He can also easily claim executive privilage. This means if Harry worked on many cases for the WH (including the one currently being argued, Oregon's assisted suicide law), we don't get to see her opinions or legwork. Also...
2) O'Conner can't vote on, say, the Oregon case if the opinion is presented after she leaves the court. She can hear arguments (as she did today), but cannot vote, which means eight votes. Good for us, for now. Harry could vote, but she, according to all legal ethics, should recurse herself since she DID work on the case for the WH (against the Oregon law allowing phy-asst. suicide, natch). But will she? Marshall didn't on MADISON V MARBURY and he had twelve fingers in that pie. 'course, that was our first chief justice, the one who denied Indians the right to negotiate land deals (JOHNSON V M'INTOSH)
Posted by emily at 4:12 PM | Comments (0)
October 3, 2005
So Tying Myself To A Chair With A Belt Is Supposed To Help Me Understand Adverse Possession in Property Law, Josh? or "A la Maison Blanc"
West Wing: Now, that was pretty amusing. Sorkinites... I know, I know, I KNOW your argument and La Madre Probem was nowhere near the glory of, well, seasons 1-4. But Josh tying himself to a chair, Santos breaking the bed (his whole speech about the boy flight attendant)... funny, no? I didn't watch feeling bored.
Memo to John Wells: NEVER AGAIN USE STEVE MILLER BAND FOR A MONTAGE. It screamed frat boy. It screamed white bread. I muted. I hated.
No Donna but no Will or Kate. But you kind of want C.J. Toby and Josh to get along. What happened to being brothers in arms? Why are ya'll haters now instead of players? Mrs. Landingham would have never given you cookies for such behaviour.
Loved me the Garafalo. Like Amy, except not a love interest (yeah!) and uses her whole mouth to talk (yeah!).
Posted by emily at 12:22 PM | Comments (0)