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< BACK TO Fresh Intelligence Bleat The Press![]() HOW'S MY HAIR? Bush • He even had a bad hair day: Also in the Times, Mark Leibovich writes, "He looked worn at his must-see midday news conference, in need of a haircut, good-night's sleep, better makeup job, hug, vacation in Crawford or some combination thereof. The grooves across his forehead were dark and articulated, his voice slightly hoarse. He wore a maroon tie, the color of blood." Also the prose was purple, the color of hyperbole. • What we have here is a dead shark: The New Republic's Christopher Orr wonders, "After his midterm 'thumping,' [Bush] turns on a dime, firing Rummy and essentially handing his foreign policy over to the realists he'd frozen out all these years. Wouldn't it have made more sense—again, politically speaking—for him to make this evolution a little more gradual?" You talkin' evolution, Orry? He don't believe in that. • And now for something completely incoherent...: Lyndon LaRouche, the ranting sidewalk leafleteers' presidential candidate of choice, has a thing or two to say about the press conference but for some reason releases these important statements as a series of Travers-esque blurbs: "Crazier than ever!" "Total denial of reality!" "Sheer madness!" Advertisement |
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