Friend to Pauline: "Well...he looks very nice. But where are his...you know...?"
Pauline to friend: "Where they are I don’t know. They’re outside my Ken. But sometimes when I’m in a theater I can feel them."
And they idiots working in the LSM actually believed them.
Like the oft paraphrased Pauline Kael: "I live in a rather special world. I only know one person who voted for Nixon. Where they are I don’t know. They’re outside my ken. But sometimes when I’m in a theater I can feel them."
The more things change...the media lives in a special world, and only deigns to acknowledge the existence of others when they can find their own useful idiots, such as the wildly incensed takers in Ferguson, MO stoked up by their poverty pimping fellow travelers in both government and the racial discord biz.
Whose Ken?
Friend to Pauline: "Well...he looks very nice. But where are his...you know...?"
Pauline to friend: "Where they are I don’t know. They’re outside my Ken. But sometimes when I’m in a theater I can feel them."