Kristol has just proven what I’ve known for a while about these pundits, blowhards and Sunday TV warriors for ‘conservativism’.
They fear for their livelihoods. Their cloistered, pampered pavilions of prestige in being the “sane voices of conservatism” out there in media. The bastions of freedom and truthspeakers they’d have us believe.
They get rich in the process. A column here or there. Multiple Sunday appearances for those of us still unaware of what they really are. Their little blogs, or their “National Rags”, buttressed by their “Standards” and puffed up ideals.
Not one effing calloused hand among them. Not one bead of sweat on their pampered brows, not one pit-stained shirt. Bow ties and quirks aplenty. Wheelchairs, suits and ties and all the accoutrements of sympathy and endearment.
Traiters. Every f@cking one of them.
Traitors. Sorry, my anger got ahead of my fingers.
You’re exactly right. The dominant motivation in Washington is to preserve ones status. The country could go to absolute hell and all these pukes would care about is whether they retain their jobs. It goes no deeper than that.
See Neocon Phenomenon.
Agree with everything you wrote.
Wheelchairs, suits and ties and all the accoutrements of sympathy and endearment.
if you’re referring to Charles Krauthammer, be advised he suffered massive head trauma in an accident, which is unlikely to have occurred because he was simply seeking sympathy or endearment...
Well said.
Excellent!
Kristol has just proven what I’ve known for a while about these pundits, blowhards and Sunday TV warriors for ‘conservativism’.
They fear for their livelihoods. Their cloistered, pampered pavilions of prestige in being the “sane voices of conservatism” out there in media. The bastions of freedom and truthspeakers they’d have us believe.
They get rich in the process. A column here or there. Multiple Sunday appearances for those of us still unaware of what they really are. Their little blogs, or their “National Rags”, buttressed by their “Standards” and puffed up ideals.
Not one effing calloused hand among them. Not one bead of sweat on their pampered brows, not one pit-stained shirt. Bow ties and quirks aplenty. Wheelchairs, suits and ties and all the accoutrements of sympathy and endearment.
Traitors. Every fr@cking one of them.
“Not one effing calloused hand among them. Not one bead of sweat on their pampered brows, not one pit-stained shirt. Bow ties and quirks aplenty. Wheelchairs, suits and ties and all the accoutrements of sympathy and endearment.”
The only time a single one of them has gotten their hands dirty at work is when their pen leaked.
That was poetic. Nice post