The Spectacle Blog
NORTH MIAMI BEACH -- Being right in the middle of a hurricane is quite an experience, one that I would not dare to repeat.
Late-bloomer Wilma is buffeting Miami and points north with winds of 110 mph. If I look out my windows, I'd see a truly tropical tableau of sharply angled rain, and curling, curving trees.
The houses are thus far holding their own but many of mankind's lesser structures, such as utility sheds, have capitulated to the elements. Electricity is out but our water is running.
Two hours more to endure, say the forecasters. We pray for mercy.
We're hearing the announcement will come at 1 p.m. today. Talk about shifting the story on a Monday.
We aren't hearing any names, but in speaking with sources on the Hill, it becomes apparent this is yet another nomination that will bear close watching. Word inside both House Ways and Means and in the Senate is that there was little if any consultation. House Ways and Means staff learned about the nomination from Web reports.
Sounding rather embarrassingly like a swooning teenybopper fan of the latest mediocre boy-band, Steve Clemons breathlessly posts excerpts of a New Yorker profile by Jeffrey Goldberg featuring Brent Scowcroft's lastest batch of Deep Thoughts. The most telling bit (emphasis added):
The last time the two [Scowcroft and Condoleeza Rice] had dinner, nearly two years ago, it ended unhappily, Scowcroft acknowledged...
They also argued about Iraq. "She says we're going to democratize Iraq, and I said, 'Condi, you're not going to democratize Iraq,' and she said, 'You know, you're just stuck in the old days,' and she comes back to this thing that we've tolerated an autocratic Middle East for fifty years and so on and so forth," he said. Then a barely perceptible note of satisfaction entered his voice, and he said, "But we've had fifty years of peace."
It's UN day. Let's celebrate the UN anniversary as it should be celebrated. I'm going to burn Dominique de Villepin in effigy.
John Fund's been doing just that: searching for the White House rationale, the vetting process, or anyone -- anyone -- who has ever spoken with Harriet Miers about politics or judicial philosophy.
Also, Andy Card is running for the hills on his role in the David Souter selection in the Bush 41 White House. Since he clearly played such a role as deputy to chief of staff John Sununu, his Souter denials cast into doubt his denial of his role in the Miers selection, as reported by the Prowler.
Fund is in the Tabin camp: Miers won't be on the court.
The L.A. Times this morning here really embarrasses itself in the coverage of the Joe Wilson Scandal, but by now, this is not news.
In attacking Vice President Cheney's chief of staff, Lewis Libby, the Times goes out of its way to make him appear paranoid and petty for wanting to hit back at former ambassador and Sen. John Kerry "adviser" Joe Wilson.
Three particular points left out of the L.A. Times piece indicate the reporter and the editors involved in this story are willfully deceiving their readers.
First, Wilson went public with an op-ed in the N.Y. Times that created the impression that the White House and Cheney's office had asked Wilson to make his ill-fated trip to Niger to investigate alleged purchases there of yellow cake uranium by Iraqi agents. That was not true, and the L.A. Times doesn't bother with these facts, and in fact reinforces the inaccurate impression.
Well, we're ahead 42-7 in the third quarter, and it looks like not even the Redskins can blow this lead. Poor SF. But poor Redskins. According to the WaPo, two anti-gun crank groups -- Peacoholics and FLY -- whomever they may be, not that we care -- are bashing the Skins for cooperating with the NRA in a charity event that (shudder) involves guns. Tuesday, a few of the Skins are going to shoot sporting clays. Horrors, say the anti-gun crowd. At a time the NRA is lobbying to repeal the DC's gun laws (which do nothing other than ensure that law-abiding citizens are the only people who don't have guns) the Skins are collaborating with the evil NRA? I'm shocked, shocked. And disappointed I can't make it for the shoot. Lock and load, fellas.