Posted on 07/25/2009 7:19:28 PM PDT by SirJohnBarleycorn
William Kristol of The Weekly Standard writes:
A friend sends along this link, apropos my comment last night on the Special Report panel that President Obama’s instinctive identification with Professor Gates (and his willingness to attack Sergeant Crowley without knowing the facts) was as much about class as race.
In a short note in the August 2007 Travel and Leisure magazine, Gates explains why Oak Bluffs on Martha’s Vineyard is his favorite place:
“I started going to Oak Bluffs in 1981 and fell in love with the light. It reminded me of the light in the south of France, near St.-Paul-de-Vence, which for me was a déjà vu experience—it evoked the summer of 1973, when I spent a wonderful time in France with James Baldwin and Josephine Baker....I spend every July and August in my house near Oak Bluffs. I love bicycling, and because of a hip replacement I had a couple of years ago, I had a 24-speed tricycle made by hand in Germany.” Etc.
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Uhbama can get all the maggot, or maggu or waygu or whatever the heck it is he orders and michelle can suck up her lobster and champagne and get drunker than a skunk everynight cause gram will watch the kids.
Daddy can run in the surf and make sure the press gets a really good shot of his toned chest. Perhaps building a sand castle with the little girls will appease the masses and bring up his popularity scores. And maybe he can stop by the local police department and make sure they are acting stupidly. There is no end to what the uhbama's can do up there on the east coast where the elite meet to show off.
I’ll bet he asks for Grey Poupon in a burger joint.
Thank you sir you made my day!
LOL!
He likes to say his own name while he's getting off....
You mentioned “running for mayor” of the Vineyard. Why do you think people are so drawn to you?
They’re drawn to my sexy red tricycle. And the secret is my bell. Anyone who passes me on the bike path gets the bell treatment, especially beautiful women, and that bell is just irresistible. I’m sorry that there’s only one in the world, and God gave it to me. The bike shop only had one, and they’ve never had another. The tones are just magical.
From the original article
link did not work, I used this one: http://www.mvmagazine.com/article.php?17721
Supposedly Gates is a big-time socialist and communist sympathizer.... Figures he’d hate cops.
Fiddle dee dee! Thanks for the correct one.
I’m a little suspicious of intelligentsia and elite Harvard know-it-all’s who feel like they have to identify themselves to themselves by their full FOUR names as “Henry Louis Gates Jr.!”
“I” do not go down the road identifying myself with a little bicycle bell and a my full four names .....
MAN I bet hes popular arriving when they want to clean up and go home...elitist snob indeed
LOL.
“I’ll see yo biscuit and bacon and egg mama on my porch!”
http://dougpowers.com/2009/07/25/obama-invites-gates-crowley-over-for-beer-and-racial-sensitivity-training/
http://dougpowers.com/2009/07/25/obama-invites-gates-crowley-over-for-beer-and-racial-sensitivity-training/
Skippy's life is pure hell.
By 1996, the Gateses had moved into a $890,000 house on tony Francis Avenue. Coyly dubbed the Writer's Block, or Smart Street, it is home to Cambridge's haute literary intelligentsia. Among Gates's new neighbors were Julia Child, John Kenneth Galbraith, and historian Justin Kaplan and his wife, novelist Anne Bernays. Even within the privileged confines of Harvard, Gates was atop the crème de la crème brulee.
Sharon was thrilled to escape the suburbs. After an inflammatory condition forced her to give up her pottery career, she had started her own business as a landscape designer and made new friends. The girls, Maggie and Liza, were now safely ensconced in private schools. Summers were spent on Martha's Vineyard. Over spring break, the family vacationed in the Caribbean. Life chez Gates was a far cry from grimy Piedmont.
As an intellectual superstar, Gates was said to be earning as much as a million dollars a year from his various projects, an astronomical figure for an academic, several times as much as the salary of Harvard president Neil Rudenstine—and even more than that educational entrepreneur across the river, John Silber, made during his heyday.
Gates's life had become more like that of a movie star than an academic. He earned his frequent flier miles on the Concorde and stayed at the exclusive and stately Berkeley Hotel when he was in London for the BBC. In Hollywood, it was lunch with Jodie Foster, his former student at Yale. Then, perhaps, it was off to Washington, D.C., for the premiere of Spielberg's Amistad, or to Chicago for the opening night of his friend Anthony Davis's operatic version of the Amistad story.
Gates still delights in his celebrity and all its perks to a degree some colleagues find unseemly—"an endless and irritating childlike wonder," one calls it. "He's always the wide-eyed kid at the candy store. Wouldn't you think he'd get used to this stuff? But, no, that lunch with Jodie is still a huge, huge thing for him."
Very interesting post and links. Thank you.
That’s one of the most pretentious statements I’ve ever heard.
Maybe he should learn the difference between Burns and Shakespeare before he spouts off about the ‘quality of light’ crap.
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