Ralphie May: "Not Politically Correct (Just Correct)"

It's Kind Of Hard To Know How To Be Of Help

If you're a seeker of truth, I've got one for you:

"Seven years ago today, in a speech on the Iraq war, Sen. Ted Kennedy fired the first shot in an all-out assault on President George W. Bush's integrity. 'All the evidence points to the conclusion,' Kennedy said, that the Bush administration 'put a spin on the intelligence and a spin on the truth.' Later that day Senate Minority Leader Tom Daschle told reporters Mr. Bush needed 'to be forthcoming' about the absence of weapons of mass destruction (WMD).

Thus began a shameful episode in our political life whose poisonous fruits are still with us.

The next morning, Democratic presidential candidates John Kerry and John Edwards joined in. Sen. Kerry said, 'It is time for a president who will face the truth and tell the truth.' Mr. Edwards chimed in, 'The administration has a problem with the truth.'

The battering would continue, and it was a monument to hypocrisy and cynicism. All these Democrats had said, like Mr. Bush did, that Saddam Hussein possessed WMD. Of the 110 House and Senate Democrats who voted in October 2002 to authorize the use of force against his regime, 67 said in congressional debate that Saddam had these weapons. This didn't keep Democrats from later alleging something they knew was false—that the president had lied America into war."

Ha-ha, yea - oops - sorry: that's probably too much truth for a seeker's delicate sensibilities. I'll try to keep it as subtle as humanly possible from here on out.


Girl Raised From Birth By Wolf Blitzer Taken Into Protective Custody

Maybe, as a seeker and (of course it follows) a lover of France, this truth will appeal to you more? I don't know. You're going to have to tell me exactly what kind of truth you're into.

I mean, unlike others, I've never been a seeker in my life.

Chickens

"With the deaths of Sen. Edward M. Kennedy and Michael Jackson, the summer of '09 marked the merciful ends to Camelot and Neverland, iconic American fairy tales whose story lines should have come to merciful ends long ago when their charismatic protagonists took dark and irredeemable turns.

Our country was not built to support blood dynasties or to elevate the rich and famous to a higher ethical or constitutional plain. But through the power of celebrity, Mr. Kennedy and Mr. Jackson worked the media to twist truths. They manipulated their constituencies and fans to obscure their misdeeds. They played the faithful to confer this manufactured innocence on the rest of us. And, in the end, they placed themselves above the law.

My condolences go to the Kennedy and Jackson families, who should not be stained by the sins of their kin. But there is no time like the present to ensure that those masterfully produced, over-the-top, all-star televised funerals don't serve to canonize talented and charismatic men who failed to own up to their public wrongs and who continued to flaunt the behaviors that got them into trouble.

Given that President Obama's flailing medical care reform movement is in the process of being given new life under the fallen senator's name, our national health now depends on talking honestly. As Mr. Kennedy's political defenders would put it, it's time to speak truth to power."

-- Andrew Breitbart, exposing how NewAge thinking "works" - y'all got "played" by "fairy tales" to cover "dark and irredeemable turns" - and, like me, insisting only the truth will set you free, in The Washington Times.

The Lyin' Of The Boomers, The Lyin' Of The Senate (And What They Were All Lyin' About)

"[Ang Lee] turns something that previously looked sloppy and drug-induced into something joyous.

Throughout, Lee aims for a feeling - that specific sense that sometimes comes over us when we're young, of moving through a golden moment and knowing it. And so the scene in which our hero, Elliot (Demetri Martin), takes LSD in a van with a hippie couple, seems neither squalid nor dangerous, but rather like some warm and cozy rite of passage."

-- Mick LaSalle, enjoying another telling, and reselling, of the story of Woodstock - a lie our nation can do without hearing again - in a movie review for The San Francisco Chronicle.

"Phillip Craig Garrido was already known as an oddball who said he could channel the voice of God through a makeshift box, but on Thursday, the eccentricity took on an aura of horror.

Eighteen years ago, authorities said, he kidnapped 11-year-old Jaycee Lee Dugard on her way to catch a school bus in South Lake Tahoe. Ever since then, they said, he kept her prisoner in a squalid backyard compound near Antioch, raping her and fathering two daughters by her - the elder of whom is now 15.

Phillip Garrido is a registered sex offender, and authorities inspected his house several times over the years but never discovered the backyard compound.

The neighbors and other acquaintances said Garrido conducted religious revivals in a tent, claimed to hear the voices of angels and God, and said he had developed a device through which he could control sound with his mind. He propounded this all in a business he called 'God's Desire.'

In a telephone interview from jail with Sacramento TV station KCRA, Garrido said, 'In the end, this is going to be a powerful, heartwarming story.'

In recent years, he said, 'my life has been straightened out. Wait till you hear the story of what took place at this house. You're going to be absolutely impressed. It's a disgusting thing that took place with me at the beginning, but I turned my life completely around.'"

-- Demian Bulwa, Jaxon Van Derbeken, Henry K. Lee, and Kevin Fagan, who seriously ought to check if Phillip Garrido knows Ang Lee or Mick LaSalle - or attended Woodstock - since they're all telling the exact same story, in The San Francisco Chronicle.

"Ron Garrido said he always knew his younger brother was deeply troubled.

There was, he recalled Thursday, Phillip Garrido's damaging use of LSD as a teenager in Brentwood and his talk of sexual compulsion. There was the escape from fellow drug dealers after high school, the federal conviction for rape and kidnapping and his prison marriage.

Still, the latest news - accusations that his 58-year-old brother had snatched a child off a street, held her in his backyard for 18 years and fathered two of her children - was a shock for Ron Garrido.

He said in an interview with The Chronicle that he was surprised at his only sibling's alleged crimes - but he didn't doubt the story.

'It just seems so bizarre, but I can believe it,' said the 65-year-old Brentwood resident. 'I know my brother, and I can believe he did that. ... He's a fruitcake.

'My thoughts are with the poor little girl,' Ron Garrido said of Jaycee Lee Dugard, 29, who was abducted in 1991 near her family's South Lake Tahoe home. 'She was held prisoner there. She had two children with this idiot. Now she's got to start a life.'"

-- Demian Bulwa, on the real post-Woodstock backwash the rest of us have been made to endure - probably until the last Baby Boomer is dead - glad only that we made it out alive, with our country still here, but without Mary Jo Kopechne (be sure to click the link and read that spin) while still trying to make sense of what we can glean, from reading The San Francisco Chronicle.

Let's Re-Live Some Great Kennedy Moments!!!

"Joan Kennedy, the former wife of Massachusetts Sen. Edward M. Kennedy, is in the hospital recuperating from a concussion and a broken shoulder after a passer-by found her lying in a street, according to her son.

'Were indebted to some anonymous pedestrian who found her and picked her up and got her help,' Patrick Kennedy told the Boston Herald for its Wednesday editions.

Details of exactly what happened and how she ended up in the street were unclear. There was no police report on the incident. Joan Kennedy, who divides her time between Cape Cod and a Boston condominium, has struggled with alcoholism."

-- The Associated Press

This story, from 2005, is a glorious moment in Ted Kennedy's life. That's a photo of Joan, above, standing by "Teddy" after he killed Mary Jo Kopechne in what we now know as the great hippie epoch called 1969.

What a wonderful time. What a wonderful guy, looking like the cornered rat that he was. He divorced Joan, of course, and pretended the rest of us would pretend along with him, that he was a great person, if he continued to stand up for doing the wrong thing - under the guise of helping the little guy. You know, me - but not Joan, the woman he swore fidelity to. I think they call it "paying lip service" or something like that.

Anyway, look at his face there in good ol' '69. That's the real Ted Kennedy. The guy who, from that day forward, could never tell Mary Jo's parents what happened that night. The guy who claimed remorse but couldn't admit the truth. The Catholic who paraded himself as an icon of virtue, until he died, because his rotten Democratic Party would reward him for not giving answers - even for lying, divorce and murder - just as it let Bill Clinton (a Baptist) get away with defaming Monica Lewinsky, and gave Gavin Newsom 75% of the vote to become mayor of NewAge San Francisco after he was busted for cheating with his best friend's (and campaign manager's) wife. Yes, indeed, the Democrats are a party of players!

Well, it's been a party alright. And now it's over for the guy who lived with a lampshade on his head. Good riddance.

VIDEO UPDATE:



Hat Tip: Althouse

Otherwise, You Couldn't Get Him To Shut Up

"Ted Kennedy has never stopped feeling guilty over the death of Mary Jo Kopechne.

In 'Ted Kennedy: The Dream That Never Died' - out today - author Edward Klein reveals that Ted visited with Mary Jo's parents twice following her death, but could never find the words to confess how the 28-year-old died.

'Ted had us come to his house in McLean [Va.], saying he wanted to talk,' Mary Jo's now-deceased mother, Gwen, told Klein. 'But [the visit] was uncomfortable - for all of us. Ted led us to believe he was going to explain what really happened. But when the time came, after plenty of small talk, he said he just couldn't talk about it. It was very puzzling. Twice we drove all the way down there [from Pennsylvania], and twice he couldn't talk about how our daughter died.'

Mary Jo Kopechne was killed on July 18, 1969, when Kennedy accidentally drove his car off a bridge on Martha's Vineyard's Chappaquiddick Island. Although the senator swam to safety, his passenger, Mary Jo, drowned in the car. Kennedy left the scene and didn't contact authorities until the following day. He eventually pleaded guilty to leaving the scene of an accident and was given a suspended sentence of two months in jail."

-- Laura Schreffler and Sean Evans with Amanda Sidman, on one of the Democrats' most celebrated crimes - covering for this drunken and portraying him as a saint - in The New York Daily News.

Love You, Too, Honey!!!

Like many men (and women) I almost blew coffee out of my nose when I read today's screed from the New York chapter of the National Organization for Women (NOW). Railing against Ted Kennedy's backing of Barack Obama over Hillary Clinton, and screaming of abandonment and betrayal, this identity politics group - which openly encourages women to abandon their husbands if they feel "dissatisfied" with their lives, or to get an abortion if it inconveniences them (and to hell with the feelings of the fathers) - reminded me, mostly, of Glenn Close (above) in Fatal Attraction: Just plain fucking batshit crazy.

I know, I know, Close was betrayed by Michael Douglas in that movie, but, as a man who's been betrayed by a woman (with the total we'll-show-him backing of her girlfriends) I present these eight man-hating hit songs (from Cracked.com's Revenge Is A Bitch: 10 Most Bitter Female Rock Songs) and ask you how sympathetic you'd feel towards these women if you discovered it was actually they who had done a man wrong? If they were merely delusional? Defending a double-standard as the standard? Watch the videos - and think seriously about it - then write me back and I'll expound on this, and your answers, further: