Republicans Firmly Committed To Losing More Elections
Monday, February 2nd, 2009
Republicans have made the only conclusion possible about their party following the electoral repudiation of an ancient war hero who ran on the “not a Negro” platform and chose as his running mate a proud religious nutjob ignoramus with a bubble of methane where her brain should be: they have decided their party keeps losing because they aren’t conservative enough. MORE »











Certain annoying parts of the Internet have been concerned with one topic exclusively this week, and it’s Rush Limbaugh. “Good for them.” Something about how he ranted about the fecklessness of the Republican minority leadership in Congress, and Obama told the Republicans to ignore that asshole, and Limbaugh responded that if they want to marry Obama so much then they’re welcome to, but it wouldn’t be a REAL AMERICAN CONSERVATIVE course of action.
Michael Goldfarb likes to say swear words, and he was John McCain’s chief blogger for a while. Like every former campaign staffer, he believes “mistakes were made” during McCain’s 2008 presidential run, but can’t name any except the one where the candidate refused to talk about Reverend Wright for fear of looking like a racist. That’s why Goldfarb couldn’t call Wright an anti-Semite in that
Tap-dancing vaudeville parasite Sarah Palin has started a political action committee on behalf of Sarah Palin, so that she may better position herself to ruin America as she has already ruined John McCain and the Republican party and many trash bags of expensive clothes. “SarahPAC believes America’s best days are ahead,” her new Web site reads. According to the logo, her mission will be to create an enormous Alaska-shaped lake in the Midwest, with an aqueduct to foster commerce with northern Mexico. [
Oh goodness we spent all day yesterday saluting Bill Kristol, who had to leave the New York Times because he was TOO PERFECT TO GO ON, without noticing a gem of a column by his fellow token conservative David Brooks. He wrote about the profound reverence with which we should approach our professions because they are sacred “institutions.” David Brooks comes from a magical time when people could have a single profession or employer for their entire working life, and might feel like their personal sense of self-worth was related to how well they did their jobs. (This was long before the invention of men’s room attendants, debt collectors, and fryolater de-greasers.)
Today each of your editors was obliged to tender their own reflections on the tragic expiration of Bill Kristol’s tenure as Token Lazy Chucklehead on the New York Times op-ed page. It seems
So Barack Obama, in the spirit of Christian charity and forgiveness,
Just now your editors were having a little talky about our secret boyfriend, the New York Times’ token cross-dressing felcher Bill Kristol. “His column is boring and moderate this week,” said our Jim Newell. “He probably has some solid shit-eating lines, though.” And WALLAH, just like that, we found a nugget of silliness embedded at the very end of this kind of dull review of different strains of conservatism.
Have you ever been at a party and had a swell time drinking fancy drinks with nifty folks and suddenly you look up, it’s 3:30 in the morning, all the cool kids have gone home, and you’re stuck on a pee-stained couch drinking vodka and milk cocktails with a pimpled, silent loser pawing your knee? That is the story of the National Review, where David Frum says he’ll no longer be writing. (In this somewhat tortured metaphor, Frum is actually one of the “cool kids,” the party is over, and you have to give Kathryn Jean Lopez a ride home and hope she doesn’t vomit in your car.)
He might be a young, callow 