Basically the same thing I would say:
Was Christmas Day 2009 the same kind of wake-up call for Barack Obama that Sept. 11, 2001, had been for George W. Bush?
The near-miss by a passenger plotting to blow up an American airliner as it flew into Detroit seems to have shocked this president as much as the attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon did the last.
Both presidents had had plenty of warnings in the form of threats and even incidents. But both were caught off guard: Bush reading to a classroom of youngsters; Obama on a family vacation in Hawaii.
I’m speechless. This man is a cancer on our body politic. Believe that.
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January 8, 2010 at 1:58 pm
You’ve got it all wrong: There really is an exact equivalency between 19 highly organized hijackers who let out enough evidence to spark world-wide warnings of impending major terrorist action, and one lone Nigerian lunatic. Furthermore, the 3,000 people who died on 9/11 are exactly equal to the Nigerian burning his genitals off.
Or something, I guess.
January 9, 2010 at 8:16 pm
Yes, this is exactly equivalent to years of planning by a group of no less than 19 (you could count any of the guys named by the Bush Administration as the “20th Highjacker”) and spending in the hundreds of thousands of dollars. Also, as you say, roasted nuts of one kook ≈ billions of dollars in damage and thousands of lives.
January 8, 2010 at 2:10 pm
If no one read newspapers we might figure out what’s happening.
January 8, 2010 at 5:23 pm
If no one watched cable news, we might even be able to get something done.
January 9, 2010 at 11:20 am
If no one posted to the internet, we’d at least cure cancer and possibly discover a means of FTL interstellar travel.
January 8, 2010 at 8:59 pm
A uniform and an M-16 and a trip to the front lines for everyone who thinks war’s great, regardless of age or race or creed or social standing or net worth.
Lot less fucking cheerleading for war that way.
January 13, 2010 at 8:55 pm
Including online versions? I’m thinking the first two will immediately sell out, although the latter will certainly await a luxury version.
Capitalism’s just “down” that way.
January 9, 2010 at 11:19 am
As cancers on the body politic go, this one looks very much like a butt polyp
January 13, 2010 at 9:01 pm
Actually, as butt polyps go, so probably goes American capitalism. As in, just excise it already. Just a personal opinion.
January 9, 2010 at 5:43 pm
Saudis fire 1400 rockets into Yemen
http://joshfulton.blogspot.com/2010/01/saudis-fire-1400-rockets-into-yemen.html
January 13, 2010 at 8:27 pm
And?
It’s New Years MF. Give a Saudi a break.
January 10, 2010 at 3:20 pm
If we cannot secede from the union, we can at least agitate for the return of the KKK: Keyboard Kommando K-word.
Assuming with near certain paranoiac certainty that the long wait will produce Moving Pitcher Key Koms, replete w/spinning swastikas, I launch what I hope will become an inspirational salvo of FMP: FUnny Moving Pitchers, of especially brilliant and uniquely dubious value.
ThEeds have surely by now learned to change diapers and trim sideburn encroachment at the same time by now, leaving room for the ars nova of animated feuilletonism.
It will be like the Birth of Sci-fi commingled w/ the first time you saw Cheech & Chong.
I swear: From Broadway to Hollywood on Bright Shiny Beads
Bring on the obscure hip Soviet bloc animation! Pour on the southern fried anti-masturbation PSAs! Show us the pope shitting in the woods!
I set my lamp beside the Golden Dork.
January 11, 2010 at 12:35 am
No-one sucks like Broder, he’s the bilge pump of journalsim.
January 13, 2010 at 8:32 pm
In relation to whom?
Lot of competition in the bilge these days.
January 11, 2010 at 1:16 am
Broder is the Rockwellian small-town pharmacist who on principle refuses to stock condoms and Midol and whose business will go under once Drug Rite opens up.
January 13, 2010 at 6:38 pm
I’m speechless. This man is a cancer on our body politic. Believe that.
Grammar!
“Belee ‘dat” or equivalent please!