Philip Klein: An Elitist RINO Who
Doesn’t Understand Sarah Palin’s
Appeal to Real Americans

Just thought I’d be first in line to make that accusation against my American Spectator colleague, who reacts to news of Palin’s Fox News deal with several predictions including:

Any conservative commentators who disagree with anything Palin says on Fox will be branded elitist RINOs who don’t understand her appeal to real Americans.

Hot Air’s Ed Morrissey has never disagreed with Sarah Palin and is therefore a great American. William Teach at Pirate’s Cove notes that the Fox/Palin combo is already driving the Left beyond the known frontiers of batsh*t crazy.

I Wonder If Gergen Realizes That Was The Election

by Smitty (h/t American Glob)

Brown was obviously laying in wait for Gergen to serve that up so he could crush it like so many dynastic dreams:

Of course, we’re talking about Massachusetts, so they could still vote Democrat. Vote Brown, you chowderheads. For Sam Adams, and the thought of why this country was founded.

Update:
I disagree with Dan Riehl, who thinks that Scott Brown should have also mentioned Martha Coakley in his statement. Less is more, gratuitous is no score.

Bloggers Boldly Blazing
Beyond Benighted Browsers!

by Smitty

Baldilocks is a recent addition to the hardcopy club. She told me on the phone that she’d be a CPAC, which is where one goes to score ink from those favorite authors. Dan Collins missed being a stocking stuffer, but it’s not likely that you’re sufficiently into stocking abuse, anyway. Support your local blogger and buy the Continue reading Bloggers Boldly Blazing
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Good News, Bad News

Guy goes to see a psychiatrist and says, “Doctor, you’ve got to help me. I think I’m losing my mind. I’m consumed with jealous rage. I’ve got this insane paranoid fear that my wife is cheating on me.”

Doctor says, “Well, the good news is, you’re not crazy . . .”

Which is to say, mental illness is a matter of perspective. On the one hand, you may be suffering from clinical depression. However, depression is not a mental disorder if your life actually sucks. So it’s good news either way:

  • You’re depressed, which means your bleak outlook is irrational and things are actually better than you think; or
  • Your life sucks, in which case, at least you’re not crazy.

After flying back from California — sunshine, palm trees, Crimson Tide victory — I returned Sunday morning to Maryland, where it’s cold and gray and the tip jar balance is currently 19 cents. So as I irritably grumbled at my kids this afternoon, the thought occurred to me, “Is this some sort of seasonal mood disorder? Or are things actually as bad as they seem to me at this very moment?”

And a happy thought occurred to me: If my life does, in fact, suck, that’s proof that at least I’m not crazy.

Good news! Also, the online money bomb fundraising drive for Massachusetts Senate Republican candidate Scott Brown is reportedly a huge success and is now nearing its goal of $500,000. So go give to the Brown campaign. That will cheer me up because a Brown victory could help stop ObamaCare.

On the other hand, if you’re feeling completely hopeless about the political process, hit my tip jar for $20, so I can go to Massachusetts and cover the inevitable GOP defeat that proves you’re not crazy.

It’s a win-win, see? Once you get the right attitude, there’s really no such thing as bad news. And, BTW, about your wife . . .

Allen West on Harry Reid: A Black Republican on ‘Negro Talk’

The war-hero Florida congressional candidate speaks out:

The revelation of Senator Harry Reid’s comments referencing “negro talk” is just indicative of the true sentiment elitist liberals, and indeed the Democratic party, have toward black Americans. . . .
One can only imagine the insanity and media outrage if Reid’s quote had come from a member of the Republican party. . . . Actually, if President Obama had any courage he would demand Reid step down as Senate Majority Leader, and discontinue any support for his Senate reelection… notice I said “if.” I am quite sure the Soros money which elevated Obama to the position of President has bought his servitude.
Why am I running for US Congress as a Republican? Simple. I would rather stand proudly and be called “an Uncle Tom and a sellout” than lose my self-esteem and be considered an inferior by liberals. . . .

Read the whole thing. I’m very grateful for Lt. Col. West’s expression of a basic truth: Liberalism’s stance toward blacks — as toward women, Hispanics, gays, “workers” and other token victim-group members of the Democratic coalition — is one of patronizing condescension, telling these people that they are incapable of pursuing success as individuals, but are in permanent need of government assistance as groups.

Necessary to that worldview is the belief that there is a conspiratorial oppressor (e.g., “Corporate America,” the Religious Right, the patriarchy, etc.) against whom liberals will lead the crusade to secure the natural condition of equality that the oppressors allegedly prevent.

It simply isn’t so. This perverse Us-Against-Them attitude, based on a false mythology of perpetual victimhood and oppression, is a fiction that falls to pieces the minute you begin to examine it in any critical fact-based manner. Are the problems of black Americans (or gays, or women, etc.) in the 21st century really all the fault of demonized oppressors? Or is the liberal victimhood ideology just a sort of conspiracy theory, akin to the blame-the-Jews propaganda of anti-Semites?

A revolution in worldview is possible — to anyone, of any race, sex or condition — merely by pursuing opportunity and finding occasions for gratitude, rather than negatively seeking out causes for grievance and grumbling. You may never become rich or powerful, but your life will be more positive, pleasant and productive once you realize that there’s no point blaming someone else for your problems. Everybody has problems, and most of our problems are ultimately self-inflicted.

As a society, once we accept the fallen nature and imperfectibility of mankind, we realize that there is neither any Golden Age in the past toward which we may return, nor is it possible to legislate our way to a future Utopia of perfect equality.

Allen West is clearly a man who has contemplated these truths, who asks of life no more than he can rightly obtain by his own effort, and who urges others to pursue the same path of honor and wisdom.

GO WEST!

UPDATE: Just announced via Twitter, Allen West will appear Tuesday on Neil Cavuto’s Fox Business program at 6 p.m. ET.

Republican John Colbert on ‘Congressional Terrorism’ in California

The GOP candidate challenging Rep. Adam Schiff in CA29 is profiled in my latest article for The American Spectator:

“If it was politics as usual right now, Adam Schiff would be untouchable,” Colbert said in a brief interview after Saturday’s event. Schiff is vulnerable because of his unstinting support of the Democratic leadership’s policy agenda.
“They’ve divided our nation . . . It’s tearing our country apart,” Colbert said, expressing a sentiment widely shared by dozens of Tea Party activists who crowded into a private home in Altadena for the weekend meeting.
California is the scene of one of the most spectacular failures of liberal environmental policy, the cutoff of irrigation to farmers into the Central Valley. Instituted by federal mandate to save a tiny endangered fish, the delta smelt, this policy has created a new “Dust Bowl” estimated to have cost $703 million in lost farm revenue and 21,000 jobs in California, already hard hit by unemployment and with a projected $21 billion state budget shortfall.
“It’s just obscene,” Colbert told the Altadena group Saturday, recounting his recent tour through the once-prosperous farming region. “It’s congressional terrorism.” . . .

You can read the rest of that and, with a hat tip to Chris Cassone, check out video of Victoria Jackson in the Hot Air Greenroom singing “There’s a Communist Living in the White House.”

C’mon, people: You didn’t think Dan Collins would ask you to fly me all the way to California just so I could cover a football game, did you? There are no accidents. The West Coast branch of the VRWC needed some help, and the BCS championship game was evidently God’s way of making sure they got it.

Besides which, Victoria Jackson is an Auburn fan and God wanted me to go taunt her about the War Eagles losing to the Tide the past two years. Remember that God wears a houndstooth hat and smokes two packs of unfiltered Chesterfields before lunch.

Exit question: Why does God want Tucker Carlson to talk to a janitor at the San Francisco airport?

Some Stranger in San Francisco Now Has Tucker Carlson’s Cell-Phone Number

Also, the personal numbers of Tom Wolfe, Bob Barr and Hunter S. Thompson’s widow, Anita, which were in the phone I accidentally left in the SF international airport Saturday during a long layover en route home from California. So if any of my good friends receive harassing phone calls in the next few days, please contact the FBI. Speaking of my good friends:

Finally, one of the several sofas I crashed during the California trip was at the Burbank home of Valley of the Shadow who compares me to the Bill Murray version of Hunter S. Thompson in Where The Buffalo Roam:

Mock him at your peril. Driving from Costa Mesa to Griffith Park by way of the Sepulveda pass, I saw Smitty and RS write a post on the road. . . .

Actually, JSF didn’t see Smitty, except perhaps in one of those weird hallucinatory dreams. (Most of my dreams like that involve Natalie Portman, and/or Christina Hendricks, but if  JSF’s dreaming about Smitty . . . well, NTTAWWT.) What JSF actually saw was me dictating a blog post about the Crimson Tide’s homeward departure, after a technical glitch trashed most of what I’d written at a Starbucks in Costa Mesa.

JSF is a wonderful guy who, like 95 percent of America, drives too damned slow. This didn’t bother me much except Friday afternoon when we were trying to get down to Costa Mesa and then back up to Griffith Park before sundown. Being born with the hillbilly NASCAR gene, my natural tendency is to drive like Bo Duke with Enos and Boss Hogg in hot pursuit.

Chris Cassone had invited me for dinner at his girlfriend’s home in the Hollywood hills, and the thought of being trapped in L.A.’s notorious rush-hour gridlock was heavy on my mind as the clock ticked close to 4 p.m. in Costa Mesa and I finally abandoned any hope of finishing that blog post at Starbucks. As we left Orange County, I expected JSF to be driving the way I’d be driving under those circumstances — namely, with a desperate and reckless haste. Not to perpetuate any stereotypes, but the neutral objective facts are that (a) JSF is originally from Manhattan, and (b) no Manhattan native has ever won at Talladega.

Despite his genetic deficiencies in automotive prowess, JSF managed to improvise a relatively gridlock-free route via the 410 and various surface streets so that we crossed pass on Sepulvada Boulevard and thus made it from Costa Mesa to Griffith Park in less than three hours. Not bad for a non-hillbilly, so you should visit Valley of the Shadow blog and remember JSF in your prayers.

As for me, I’m doing OK in the prayer department — Mrs. Other McCain prays enough for both of us — and mainly need you to hit the tip jar so I can get up to Massachusetts this week.