Rampaging RINOs and Legacy Media are about to run into an irresistible force: W-2.
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columnist Mo Dowd who wrote that, “W. ran a jihad in America so he can fight one in Iraq.” That these people disdain the American voter is equally obvious. Exhibit 2 is the Harold Meyerson column in the Friday
. Hyperlib Meyerson gives credit for Mr. Bush's victory to evangelical Christians, and says that to compete in '08, the Dems need, “candidates and a language that even the worst good old boys recognize as American.” Worst? The legacy media think that we poor, ignorant slobs — at last count over 59 million of us — should be following our betters' orders to vote for John Kerry and his ilk. We just aren't listening, Mr. Meyerson. And neither are you.
p>THE OUTRAGEOUS BIAS in the
, and the others — against Mr. Bush, against conservatives, and conservative principles — forces them to praise America's enemies, and the enemies of our allies. The future of the Palestinians after Yasser Arafat is the subject of much conjecture in the media, and — at least in the Post — some bizarre reporting. The editors of the Sunday
ran a piece by Glenn Frankel, reporting from Paris on Arafat's near-death condition. Frankel describes Arafat as a “peripatetic revolutionary, a man without a home who for four decades has embodied the aspirations of a people without a homeland.” He makes no mention of Arafat the career terrorist, but gives currency to, “a claim that French doctors had discovered toxins in the leader's blood that suggested he had been poisoned back in Ramallah, presumably by Sharon's nefarious operatives.” Frankel, so hypnotized by the old terrorist's minions, reporting from “this elegant, overstuffed antechamber of a grand dame hotel where…Cokes go for $8 a bottle,” makes no mention of the war, death, poverty and corruption the “leader” has brought to “his” people. His Sunday report should be an embarrassment to the
, but it won't be. The
/I> writers and editors — like the rest of the legacy media — don't write for you or for me. They write for themselves.