Now Serving number 6

Okay, so Barack Obama now officially has another crazy person in his entourage, Father Michael Pflager. This makes crazy person number 5.

Crazy person number 1 is Obama's pastor of two decades, Rev. Jeremiah Wright
Crazy person number 2 is Obama's wife, Michelle "Proud of her country for the first time" Obama
Crazy people numbers 3 and 4 are the unrepentant terrorists Bill Ayers and his wife Bernadine Dohrn

And now Pflager

Would crazy person number 6 please stand?

Six months ago Obama probably thought that the Rezko bombshell was the worst that could happen to him. But the crazy that surrounds Obama continues to dramatically eclipse the junior senator's first major scandal. I still marvel that Hillary has not managed to take the lead from him.

But I forget, Obama is the great uniter (despite the divisive and hateful preaching he has absorbed for he last 20 years), the great optimist (in contrast to his decidedly pessimistic wife) and the great visionary who will lead us all toward a better tomorrow (and he'll start by sitting down sans preconditions with the madman Ahmadinejad--while refusing to meet with Gen. David Petraeus)

Obama is neither a uniter nor a great thinker. He is an ultra left wing politician who moves in an odd and in some cases disturbing circle. Though meticulously polished and generally careful to stick to the talking points, he has been careless enough on a number of occasions to allow us to see the radical liberal within. This is the man who referred to a baby as a punishment. This is man who attempted to mitigate the problem of his pastor with his cynical, throw (that racist) grandma (who helped raise me) from the train speech. And most recently, this is the man who in a Memorial Day speech felt the need to imply that American Servicemen are sexual predators.

I am, generally speaking, conservative on most issues. It's probably a safe bet to say that anything your run of the mill liberal is fer (say Joe Biden), I'm agin'. But Obama is far beyond your run of the mill liberal. I suspect that we will be treated to some new oddities surfacing from the distubing waters in which he swims before this election is through.

1010-1010

Sweep home Chicago!

Cubs and Dodgers' all time record now tied. Freakin' sweet.

Alphonso (need a nickname...Al-So? Al-Pho? Alpo?), you're working your way back to me, babe.

You mean they SPOKE to each other????

The horror! Horror! Karl Rove and Scooter Libby actually spoke to each other when the Valarie Plame circus was unfolding, writes Scott McClellan in his new book, What Happened [Excerpt from Politico]:

“There is only one moment during the leak episode that I am reluctant to
discuss,” he writes. “It was in 2005, during a time when attention was
focusing on Rove and Libby, and it sticks vividly in my mind. … Following [a
meeting in Chief of Staff Andy Card’s office], … Scooter Libby was walking
to the entryway as he prepared to depart when Karl turned to get his
attention. ‘You have time to visit?’ Karl asked. ‘Yeah,’ replied Libby.“I
have no idea what they discussed, but it seemed suspicious for these two,
whom I had never noticed spending any one-on-one time together, to go behind
closed doors and visit privately. … At least one of them, Rove, it was
publicly known at the time, had at best misled me by not sharing relevant
information, and credible rumors were spreading that the other, Libby, had
done at least as much. …“The confidential meeting also occurred at a moment
when I was being battered by the press for publicly vouching for the two by
claiming they were not involved in leaking Plame’s identity, when recently
revealed information was now indicating otherwise. … I don’t know what they
discussed, but what would any knowledgeable person reasonably and logically
conclude was the topic? Like the whole truth of people’s involvement, we
will likely never know with any degree of confidence.”

So what? Maybe they colluded to lie, maybe not. If I was in either of their shoes, facing federal prosecutors and possible jail time, I'm not so sure I wouldn't want to sit down for a little pow-wow to make sure I had my facts straight either. By the way, wasn't Richard Armitage the one who outed Plame?

No dice

SCOTUS refuses to hear George Ryan's appeal. Justice apparently still served.

John Kass pretty much nails it today. An exerpt, with an appeal from Big Jim:

The high court declined to hear the imprisoned former
governor's appeal on his conviction for corruption. Immediately, Ryan's
familiars began pressing President Bush for a commutation of
his sentence."His career is gone," former Gov. Jim Thompson, Ryan's attorney,
told reporters. "His reputation is gone. His pension, for the moment, is gone.
And even if he wins his pension case, it's half gone."

And here I thought it was the Willis family that had done all the suffering...

The President probably won't get anywhere near this thing, and it will be travesty if he does.

10 above

Cubs take the first two against the TrolleyDodgers. Any chance of a sweep for me birthday, fellahs?

Pretty Sweet...

Video from the David Crowder Band. Never seen this before:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtwDTXlRY8M

Sometimes you should refuse to apologize

Dennis Prager has spoken numerous times about common sense and its decline in our society. I think this phenomenon is very much on display with the media circus surrounding Hillary Clinton's recent remarks about RFK. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not fond of Mrs. Clinton. But to construe that she was somehow trying to raise the spectre of RFK's assassination and correlate it to Obama in any way requires herculean disingenuity. First of all, she was making an analogy about how long a primary season can potentially last, and second, as evidenced by the firestorm of intentional misunderstanding and Clinton's subsequent apologies, to make an intentional comparison would not be so bright, politically speaking.

A Little Mouthwash...

...was the Cubbie's victory over the Dodgers yesterday, somewhat washing away the foul taste of Alfonso "What, Me Run?" Soriano's flub of what should have been routine, game-ending, Cubs-winning can o' corn.