Obama admin toady Joe Klein claims Susan Rice talking points “entirely accurate.” Ping to Today show list.
“What is right, is what Obama does!” If you ever read Berlin Diary, you would know I removed the 2 words that were originally there and inserted Obama’s name. We’ve become, a country run by emotion, not logic. I can not figure out how these idiots who claim it was a spontaneous attack, account for the indirect fire support, and the attack from 2 sides. All that as a result from a video that most people didn’t even know existed, and yet they were able to execute an combined attack so quickly? Spontaneous = Hogwash.
We have gotten to the point after this last election that the Democrats know they won’t be challenged by the MainStreamMedia on anything they say. Especially when uttered by third-rate, Democrat sycophants such as Joe Clown.
“duckspeak”: From time to time Winston caught some such remark as ‘I think you’re so right, I do so agree with you’, uttered in a youthful and rather silly feminine voice. But the other voice never stopped for an instant, even when the girl was speaking. Winston knew the man by sight, though he knew no more about him than that he held some important post in the Fiction Department. He was a man of about thirty, with a muscular throat and a large, mobile mouth. His head was thrown back a little, and because of the angle at which he was sitting, his spectacles caught the light and presented to Winston two blank discs instead of eyes. What was slightly horrible, was that from the stream of sound that poured out of his mouth it was almost impossible to distinguish a single word. Just once Winston caught a phrase —‘complete and final elimination of Goldsteinism’— jerked out very rapidly and, as it seemed, all in one piece, like a line of type cast solid. For the rest it was just a noise, a quack-quack-quacking. And yet, though you could not actually hear what the man was saying, you could not be in any doubt about its general nature. He might be denouncing Goldstein and demanding sterner measures against thought-criminals and saboteurs, he might be fulminating against the atrocities of the Eurasian army, he might be praising Big Brother or the heroes on the Malabar front — it made no difference. Whatever it was, you could be certain that every word of it was pure orthodoxy, pure Ingsoc. As he watched the eyeless face with the jaw moving rapidly up and down, Winston had a curious feeling that this was not a real human being but some kind of dummy. It was not the man’s brain that was speaking, it was his larynx. The stuff that was coming out of him consisted of words, but it was not speech in the true sense: it was a noise uttered in unconsciousness, like the quacking of a duck.