‘And the War, Tragically, Continues’

Frank Rich’s latest idiotic idea is that Fox News coverage of the Ground Zero Mosque controversy has thwarted U.S. anti-insurgency efforts in Afghanistan.

No, seriously. He actually devoted 1,572 words to making that absurd argument.

This inspired Rob Long to script a scenario:

I can see it now: the flickering firelight in a dark cave somewhere on the border of Pakistan and Afghanistan; the hum of a gas-powered generator; a static-filled, snowy image on the tiny television. On the rickety table, a letter of surrender addressed to General Petraeus. A Taliban terrorist leader is about to sign the letter. His pen is poised over the paper.
And another Taliban terrorist stops him and points to the TV. “Did you see what they called us on Hannity?”

Yeah, that’s a comment on my latest Ricochet contribution, so please read the whole thing. 

Throngs of lovestruck blog groupies will thank you for it.

Shorter New York Times

PROFITS BAD!

Making matters worse, businesses are already plowing fewer profits back into their own enterprises.
Over the past decade and a half, corporations have been saving more and investing less in their own businesses. . . .
The reason for all this saving in the United States is that public companies have become obsessed with quarterly earnings. To show short-term profits, they avoid investing in future growth. . . .

Can you guess where this argument is leading?

[C]orporate executives are being rewarded for myopia and speculation, undermining the very operation of capitalism. We need tax and regulatory policies to counter this destructive development, along with wider recognition that government deficits, when they counteract corporate savings, are necessary and salutary.

Much easier solution: If you don’t like how a corporation operates, don’t buy the stock.

CWCID For NYT From AllahPundit?

by Smitty

The NYT engaged in respectable journalism and hammered Richard Blumenthal, the Connecticut AG, for attempting to assing himself off as having served in Vietnam.
AllahPundit updates his post to say:

Credit where credit is due: No doubt it pained the NYT to drop a bomb on one of the few surefire Democratic winners this November, but they dropped it anyway.

Why are we congratulating the NYT for doing the right thing? Should we as well give Blumenthal a medal for not firing a shot in a theater to which he apparently never deployed?

Update: Blumenthal backfires. I mean, he fires back. No, wait, he backs into a fire, and now his pants are aflame. That is, he is aflame from back to front, panting, with a fire in his belly, with love and admiration for Veterans and anyone else who will help keep his political torch from being extinguished.

Update II: Gateway Pundit has video. I blame Billy Joel for writing a song so poignant that we all felt like Vietnam veterans, even though I was barely a teen at the time it came out.

Update II: Dan Riehl reports that Blumenthal has something ‘seared in his memory’ that Blumenthal wishes was service.

‘So Gay-Friendly as to Be Gay-Crazy’

No, this is not another story about Charlie Crist. That quote comes from Catholic League president Bill Donahue, reacting to a New York Times story about a priest “abuse” scandal where the alleged “victim” didn’t seem to mind too much:

Why would the New York Times try to sell this so-called abuse story with a straight face? For two reasons: it wallows in stories designed to weaken the moral authority of the Catholic Church, and it is so gay-friendly as to be gay-crazy.
According to the Times, it all started with a kiss. Let me be very clear about this: if some guy tried to kiss me when I was 17, I would have flattened him. I most certainly would not go on a retreat with the so-called abuser, unless, of course, I liked it. Indeed, Hamilton liked it so much he went back for more — 20 years more. Even after he got married, he couldn’t resist going back for more.
So what about the priest? He is a disgrace. Throw the book at him for all I care. But let’s not be fooled into thinking that Dr. Hamilton is a victim. The real news story here is not another case of homosexual molestation, it’s the political motivation of the New York Times.

Sexually-active priests, when they are supposed to be celibate, are a problem per se. The fact that nearly all the Catholic priest sex scandals that have made headlines in recent years involve homosexuality suggests that the maybe the problem isn’t the Church so much as the surrounding culture, over which the “gay-crazy” New York Times wields such enormous influence.

(Hat-tip: Memeorandum.)

He’s Got a Ph.D. and a Nobel Prize, But . . .

. . . Paul Krugman is still a moron about economics:

Free markets are “efficient” — which, in economics-speak as opposed to plain English, means that nobody can be made better off without making someone else worse off.

Voluntary exchange — the free market — is mutually beneficial. The guy at the convenience store has gasoline. I’ve got a car. I want the gasoline, the guy at the gas station wants $3 a gallon. I decide to buy, he decides to sell.

According to Krugman, one of the parties to this mutually-agreeable exchange is “worse off” due to that transaction, but he doesn’t explain how, nor can he. Krugman’s fixed-pie, zero-sum-game perspective is antithetical to the pursuit of economic truth.

Which explains why he’s working for the New York Times . . .

Nevada Voters to Hopeless Harry Reid: ‘We’re Just Not That Into You’

Let’s see, 62% of Nevada voters oppose ObamaCare, and Harry Reid couldn’t get 50% in a poll match-up with Charles Manson, so obviously it’s time for Harry to make fun of Sarah Palin and launch a sparsely-attended bus tour of the state:

“You can’t escape who you are. My roots are here and no one can take that away from me,” Reid told a crowd of more than 100 cheering friends and supporters inside the Searchlight Nugget casino, about 60 miles south of Las Vegas. . . .

Having been to the Searchlight Nugget, I’ll guarantee 20 of those “cheering friends and supporters” were there for the slot machines and 10-cent coffee. But the Hopeless Harry Tour continued on to Las Vegas, where Reid reportedly drew about 1,000 “hard-core Democrats” — at least 2,o00 less than the attendance at Ann Coulter’s Vegas speech at the Henderson Pavillion (fixed seating for 2,400, plus lawn seating for up to 1,500).

More on the Hopeless Harry Tour from Nice Deb, Ruby Slippers, Jennifer Rubin and Liberty Pundits. Meanwhile, the New York Times reports on Eric Odom and Steve Foley’s operation in Vegas:

The television cameras went 60 miles south, to where Sarah Palin kicked off the “Showdown in Searchlight.”
But come the midterm elections, what may be more significant is what is happening here, in a dark condominium where the Home Depot tags are still on the lawn chairs that double as indoor seating for guests.
The blinds drawn against the desert sun, this is the new burrow of Eric Odom, a chief organizer of the first nationwide Tea Parties last year. Mr. Odom moved here a few weeks ago with his fiancée and a blogger sidekick to mobilize the state’s Tea Party groups for the midterms. . . .

They didn’t even name the “blogger sidekick.” That’s just so wrong. Anyway, here are Eric and Steve in their “burrow”:

BTW, Eric’s fiancée fixed me breakfast one morning while I was crashing on their sofa, so you should probably make a donation to Liberty First PAC just for that.

One of These Things Is Not Like the Other

Jim Hoft says it’s a “smear” for the New York Times to compare the Tea Party movement to the Weather Underground of the 1960s and ’70s. More to the point, the comparison is stupidly inaccurate.

The Weathermen emerged after 1969 from Students for a Democratic Society — an organization, as it name says, composed primarily of college students. SDS was founded at Port Huron, Mich., in 1962 from the remnant of a predecessor, Student League for Industrial Democracy. While they had a full agenda of left-wing politics, SDS grew from a relatively small group to a mass organization during the 1960s based on its leading role in organizing protests against the Vietnam War. 

As the war escalated, SDS leaders grew increasingly alienated from “the System” and in 1968, led protests at the Democratic National Convention that turned into a riot. This was followed by the 1969 “Days of Rage” — a spree of vandalism in Chicago — after which Bill Ayers and other Marxist radicals in SDS, contemptuous of mere protest, formed the Weather Underground as a sort of American Vietcong, intending to lead a guerrilla revolution.

That thumbnail history alone should suffice to differentiate the two movements, but for the sake of clarity let’s consider the significant fact that the Tea Party is not a student movement. At its peak, SDS counted among its membership tens of thousands of college students who brought to the organization all the impracticality, impetuousness and impertinence that we might expect from disgruntled teens and 20-somethings.

The fact that the Tea Party movement is composed primarily of middle-aged, middle-class adults — people with homes, jobs, families and the other responsibilities of adulthood — is highly significant. These are not starry-eyed idealists who dream of changing the world, but citizens inspired to activism aimed directly at influencing the political process.

SDS and its allies in the campus Left fomented lawlessness by encouraging draft evasion. SDS engaged in a series of headline-making stunts in which students took over administration buildings at elite university campuses — including Columbia and Cornell — and issued demands to the administration. SDS was also instrumental in organizing a series of demonstrations (most memorably at Yale) on behalf of Black Panthers accused of criminal violence.

By contrast, leaders of the Tea Party movement have never encouraged or condoned any criminal behavior. They have organized no sit-in protests nor other acts of “civil disobedience.” To suggest that Tea Party activists are fundamentally like SDS and the anti-war movement of the 1960s simply because both engage in public protest rallies is to say that Barry Manilow and Metallica are fundamentally alike because both engage in concert tours.

The main thing illustrated by this New York Times article is the editorial mindset at 620 Eighth Avenue. Guarantee you what happened is that an editor got this cute idea for a feature story and assigned it to a staff writer who dutifully rounded up “expert” sources — professors at Northwestern, Bryn Mawr and Pitt — who obliged by offering their responses to the reporter’s question: “Hey, uh, these Tea Party people — they’re kind of scary and dangerous, right?”

UPDATE: Ann Althouse:

Remember, the NYT readers are aging liberals. They — we — remember the 60s as glory days.

For our TMI files, Professor Althouse adds this:

I have had lovers quarrels with Communists.

Yeah? Well, in 1983 and ’84 I dated a Cranston delegate named Donna — with a capital “D,” IYWKWIMAITYD — and it’s probably best if we all left our “glory days” in the past, where they belong, as reminders of our youthful folly.

Did I say “folly”? I dated Donna while two-timing my regular girlfriend, an Auburn fan who was 4-foot-10 but still the meanest girl I ever knew. She damn near clawed my eyes out . . .

It’s David Brooks Fisking Day Again!

The World’s Worst Newspaper Columnist descends from Olympus to favor unworthy mortals with his esoteric wisdom:

Human beings, the philosophers tell us, are social animals. We emerge into the world ready to connect with mom and dad. We go through life jibbering and jabbering with each other, grouping and regrouping. When you get a crowd of people in a room, the problem is not getting them to talk to each other; the problem is getting them to shut up. . . .

After hundreds of words of such blather — “Nazi and Jew, Hutu and Tutsi, Sunni and Shiite,” and a dollop of Trollope — he finally gets around to making his point:

Once partisan reconciliation is used for this bill, it will be used for everything, now and forever. The Senate will be the House.

Kazart! He’s talking about the health-care bill! The man went seven paragraphs before bothering to mention Congress and didn’t mention “health care” until the 11th paragraph! No one is interviewed, no one (except Trollope) is quoted, and there isn’t even a pretense that anything we might call reporting or research was involved in this column.

Brooks extracted his 802-word opus directly from the ether, or from his frontal lobes, or perhaps from some less cerebral region of his anatomy. This is why Sulzberger pays him the big bucks.

The comprehensive nature of Brooksian douchbaggery, which has been a regular topic at this blog for two years, attracts the notice today of Ezra Klein and Jonathan Chait — a pair of Johnny-come-lately Brooks-bashers who actually try to argue with the pompous fool.

Amateurs! Brooks should never be argued with — he should be mocked, and often, and by someone who knows how.