Posted on 03/08/2008 9:30:48 PM PST by raccoonradio
Howie Carr live thread, starting off with his Sunday Herald column
Howie column ping
Difference between Dem and ... Dem
By Howie Carr | Sunday, March 9, 2008 | http://www.bostonherald.com
It really is a civil war in the Democratic party now. The party is rent between Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama, between hacks and moonbats, between those who work with their hands and those who don’t work, period.
The battle, as The Economist magazine put it, pits Barack’s wine-sippers against Hillary’s beer-guzzlers. Oddly, they’re all liberals, but there are so many stark contrasts between the two wings of the party that they’re tearing each other asunder.
Barack’s voters are New Age. Hillary’s voters . . . old age.
At their respective rallies, Hillary’s voters shout, while Barack’s swoon.
Hillary voters get their coffee at Dunkin’ Donuts. Barack’s are strictly Starbucks.
If Hillary wins, her supporters are hoping for a job. Barack’s will be looking for a grant.
Clinton voters know who caused 9/11 - Arab terrorists. Obama voters know who caused 9/11 - Halliburton.
Hillary’s supporters are more or less for gay rights. Obama’s insist on transgendered rights.
Obama aides call Hillary a “monster.” Hillary aides call Obama “Ken Starr” - their definition of a monster.
Hillary’s hens drive SUVs. Obama’s peeps drive Priuses (with bicycle racks on the roof).
A lot of Hillary’s voters rely on oxygen. Barack’s rely on Oxys.
If they’re out and about in the woods in the winter, Clinton voters are riding snowmobiles. Obama’s are cross-country skiing.
Hillary at least has a few backers who like to fish. If Obama has any anglers, they’re fly fishermen, and they believe totally in “catch and release” . . . in other words, they have the same philosophy about fish that they have about violent criminals.
Eating fish? Hillary’s crew goes to Red Lobster. Barack’s people prefer sushi.
Hillary’s people are out on workers comp. Barack’s people are out on trust funds.
“It is a battle over culture,” The Economist said. “Mrs. Clinton’s supporters look at Mr. Obama’s and see latte-drinking elitists. Mr. Obama’s supporters look at Mrs. Clinton’s and smell all sorts of ancestral sins, not least racism. The two groups neither like nor respect each other.”
You saw it in the Democratic primary here last month. The split between the two candidates even came down to the way they pronounced the name of the state. Hillary, who lived here four years, pronounces it the way we do. “Massachusetts.” Barack Obama, who spent seven fun-filled years at Harvard, calls it “Massa-tu-setts.”
Hillary won Massachusetts going away. She snagged working-class Waltham; chi-chi Weston next door went heavily for Barack. The town of Watertown, split down the middle between blue and white collars, split down the middle between the candidates.
On the South Coast, Geraldo Rivera’s summer home of Marion, Massa-tu-setts came through big for Obama. Freeport, where they still begin most civic gatherings with the pledge of allegiance, is Hillary country.
Ironic, isn’t it? Once it was the Clintons who were the insurgents, the draft-dodging, pot-smoking, partial birth abortion-backing Ivy League limousine libs. Now, compared to Barack Obama’s radical-chic comrades, Bill ’n’ Hill look like refugees from the local Tuesday-night candlepin-bowling league in Billerica.
Hillary Clinton just loathed the military. Michelle Obama, an entitled elitist from Princeton and Harvard Law, hates the whole damn country.
Hillary supporters still listen to NPR. Barack voters play their iPods.
On the water, Obama voters use kayaks. Clinton supporters prefer powerboats.
Hillary vs. Barack - it’s the difference between civil unions and gay marriage, between Social Security and SSI, between football and soccer. It’s Sal DiMasi vs. Deval Patrick. It’s Ed King vs. Mike Dukakis.
Hillary’s supporters, at least a few of them, took ROTC in college. The only connection Barack’s zombies had with ROTC was picketing the armory.
Hillary supporters use the word “like” as a verb to describe something for which they have affection. Obama and his supporters use “like” as an adjective. To quote the candidate himself, “I’ve answered like eight questions already.”
Hillary vs. Barack - isn’t it a shame they can’t both lose?
Article URL: http://www.bostonherald.com/news/opinion/columnists/view.bg?articleid=1078914
The only other person I ever heard do that wasn't a person, it was a cartoon hyena--Hanna-Barbera's Hardy Har Har ("oh dear, OH my") and he used to call it "Massa-too-setts" too
But this whole place is like one big cartoon --Boston has a mayor who looks like Fred Flintstone with glasses, and sounds like Mumbles from Dick Tracy
Yeah, they will both lose. It's just a matter of which one loses first.
Howie's point here was to accurately portray Obama as the most radical Marxist the scumbag Democrats have ever even considered as a nominee, but in doing so he made Hillary sound almost acceptable. I'm certain he doesn't believe that for a second, however.
Ooops, Howie. Obama was an undergrad in NYC at Columbia.
Three years at Harvard Law.
Lived in Somerville part of the time!!!
Was it Obama or Patrick that made sure old parking tickets were paid off?
Obama-mania did that.
Monday ping—yeah, way early but what the heck. Here’s something Barbara Anderson wrote about Jerry Williams back in 2003 (Jerry gave Howie his start in radio—”The Governors”—
and there’s a new book about him, Burning Up the Airwaves,
which I’ve ordered from amazon. Howie talked to the authors last week.)
http://cltg.org/cltg/barbara/2003/03-05-03_%20Jerry_Williams.htm
Barbara’s Column
May 2003 #1
Jerry Williams was and always will be
‘King of Talk Radio’
© by Barbara Anderson
The Salem News
Saturday May 3, 2003
Unlike a lot of my political friends, I didn’t grow up listening to Jerry Williams. I may have heard him on those occasional clear nights when we could pick up WBZ in western Pennsylvania, but I don’t remember.
When I moved to Massachusetts, he was on TV, doing a left/right thing with Avi Nelson. It was Avi from whom I picked up my attitude toward Massachusetts politics, and when I discovered talk radio I listened to him or David Brudnoy.
Then I went to work at Citizens for Limited Taxation (CLT) and being a guest on talk radio became part of my job. But Jerry, having basically created the art form here, had left the Boston area. I didn’t meet him until he returned in the early ‘80s and I was invited to be on his new show to discuss taxes.
I was warned that, unlike most talk show hosts, he would be hostile to my point of view. He was wearing blue jeans and a denim shirt; I felt right at home and we got along fine. Looking back, I think this was because my own tax activism was more populist and libertarian than traditional conservative Republican.
As a populist, Jerry could relate to both taxpayer activists and Ralph Nader; as a classic liberal, he took freedom and limited government very seriously, though he seemed to favor gun control and welfare.
With me he argued gently, during commercial breaks. With politicians like Ted Kennedy and Mike Dukakis, he was not so gentle.
In 1989 a hostile columnist wrote a sarcastic column about Jerry, Howie Carr and me, suggesting that if we were so smart we should be governor. Jerry immediately invited us onto his show to cut taxes, expose waste, and generally reform state government. This effort became a weekly gig called “The Governors.” We had great fun with serious politics for a few years, though sometimes Jerry would lead us in a totally irrelevant direction, spending 45 minutes one day on a hilarious discussion of bagels.
Off the air he talked about his many non-political interests, among them big-band music, antiques and movies. He insisted I see “The Bear” and “My Cousin Vinny,” which were great, and “9+ Weeks”, which was awful.
He and another frequent guest, Bob Katzen, made me memorize Jewish words like “shiksa” and “meshugenah” so I would know them if I were ever called them.
Jerry indirectly introduced me to my present partner, Chip Ford, by urging him to run a petition drive against Gov. Dukakis’ mandatory seat belt law. Jerry promised Chip he would never have to do any public speaking, so naturally we met at one of the many issue forums that fall, where I was debating a state tax limit and Chip was debating the seat belt repeal while planning to strangle Jerry as soon as he found the time.
Preaching personal responsibility, they did temporarily stop the “nanny state” law, and with Dorothea Vitrac, the proposed prison in New Braintree. “The Governors” helped elect Bill Weld and Paul Cellucci in 1990, turning the direction of the state to prosperity for almost a decade.
Jerry, Howie and I thought that if people had all the facts about Beacon Hill, they would be moved to action. For awhile that was true. Then knowledge led to disgust, and disgust to apathy.
As the Big Dig grew bigger, Jerry was heard to say, “There’s no hope,” just before his retirement from WRKO. Earlier this year he returned for one last show: Bob Katzen and I were his guests one last time.
Now as I write this we are preparing to attend his wake.
A Jewish wake? Why am I not surprised?
One evening, at Jerry’s insistence, he, Howie and I were riding in a big old limousine to the Cape Cod Mall for a live appearance of “The Governors.” Jerry entertained us with the plans for his viewing.
Catholics, he said, did it almost right, with people gathered to eat, drink, tell stories about the deceased, and have a good time. But he objected to the fact that the coffin is usually set in a quiet corner.
At his wake, he told us, the coffin would be in the middle of the room. It would have a wide brim, with room for dishes of chips and veggies; and the onion dip would be stuffed in his mouth.
Maybe you had to have been there; I laughed till I cried. I’m sure the real wake will be more dignified. I also expect there will be stories about the deceased from all of us who knew and worked with the activist King of Talk Radio who was “not a bad guy” at all.
Howie’s on WVMT now. Must be the “breaking news”.
I don't think I've heard Howie this happy since the Monica story broke (I believe "lapping it up with a spoon" was the expression he used then)!
So a caller brings up Judge Drag...
Love Potion #9. Now to be known as “Sptizer’s Theme”, much like “Liar” by Three Dog Night is linked to the Clintons.
They've given you a number, And taken away your name!
LOL!
New Picture: Fire Island?
It's all about karma my FRiend.....lol, what goes around, comes around,,,,,and it's nice to actually be a witness to it isn't it!
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