Liveblogging Various Poor Bums Yelling At Candidates, Part III
Tuesday, October 7th, 2008
The New Great Depression hobo pictured here is Joe Biden, getting on the hobo train from Washington to Delaware to tend to his adult children. Joe Biden therefore cannot debate tonight, so lil’ old Hopey will have to debate against the old fart in his place. Who can pretend he will fix the economy more to these town hall people? Are any of them hot? No they are fat, and Barack Obama will drop air bombs on them or whatever is it Palin says. (Here are Part I and Part II.) MORE »
The New Great Depression hobo pictured here is Joe Biden, getting on the hobo train from Washington to Delaware to tend to his adult children. Joe Biden therefore cannot debate tonight, so lil’ old Hopey will have to debate against the old fart in his place. Who can pretend he will fix the economy more to these town hall people? Are any of them hot? No they are fat, and Barack Obama will drop air bombs on them or whatever is it Palin says. (Here are Part I and Part II.) MORE »








A week and a half ago NBC newsman and Meet the Press moderator Tim Russert died, and the earth stopped in its orbit and let out a wild yawp of despair for the most wonderful person who ever lived. Speculation quickly ensued about who would replace Russert in a job that he alone among all living humans was uniquely suited to do: sit in a chair and ask politicians questions. And now we know who will host Meet the Press until the “election,” which will be called off at the last minute when we start bombing Iran. It’s Tom Brokaw!
We have read this elitist New Yorker
Tom Brokaw said “ass” tonight, and he should be fired from whatever job he has.
Hey Eugene Robinson, Joe Scarborough says, why don’t you go “Tom Brokaw” yourself, you gay little wicket goblin. Zing! Talk about getting DEFENESTRATED BY PROFESSIONALS.
In an odd turn of events, it turns out that by going to prison, Judy Miller has made other people her bitches. The WaPo reports today that the jailed journo has a waiting list for visiting hours and more famous-for-DC visitors than the Palm at happy hour. Among them: Tom Brokaw, Bob Dole and, er, John Bolton. What, no Chalabi? She has so many A-listers wanting to make the scene that non-bold-face friends have been shoved to the back of the line. That sounds snotty, but we’re just impressed that Miller has friends.