Everyone Aboard the Hypocrisy Express
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Fushigi
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Can't say I'm surprised.
As there author said, there's nothing wrong with taking a jet, even a private one, if one has the means. Just don't try to make it look like you're riding the bus when you aren't.
OK, now I'm wondering if Ty Pennington & gang ride the bus for the long haul in Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. :compress:
As there author said, there's nothing wrong with taking a jet, even a private one, if one has the means. Just don't try to make it look like you're riding the bus when you aren't.
OK, now I'm wondering if Ty Pennington & gang ride the bus for the long haul in Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. :compress:
sechs
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Here's an article from last week's U.S. News Weekly. Sorry about the layout -- it's a copy and paste job.
Going Rogue, a Wasted Opportunity
By Mary Kate Cary
I want to like Sarah Palin. She’s got a
houseful of kids, she was one of the
nation’s few female governors, and
she’s not my father’s GOP. The Republican
Party is in dire need of new leadership,
and I think a conservative woman
would be great. So I want to root for her.
Her new book, Going Rogue, begins
with some real gems. Growing up in a modest
home in Alaska, Palin sewed her own
clothes and watched NFL games a week
late because the game tapes had to be flown
to Alaska TV stations from the lower 48.
When she ran for statewide office, she
drove hundreds of miles in her Jetta, her
kids in the back seat, through 10-belowzero
mountain passes while drinking
sugar-free Red Bull and singing along to
Toby Keith’s “How Do You Like Me Now?”
Palin is intriguing. And she’s charming
when discussing the many families of special
needs kids she meets on the campaign
trail, her son Track’s deployment to Iraq,
and the interactions she has with families
of fallen soldiers during the campaign.
But many parts also have one contradiction
after another. Sometimes they are
chapters apart, sometimes pages, and
sometimes even within the same paragraph.
For example, her rationalization
that quitting the governor’s office is not
actually quitting but standing up to her
unnamed enemies. The circumstances
surrounding Trig’s birth raise many questions,
and her private letter to friends explaining
his Down syndrome, which she
signed “Trig’s Creator, Your Heavenly Father,”
left me, well, bewildered. And
Chapter Three begins with a quotation attributed
to hall of fame basketball coach
John Wooden that struck me as odd because
it was about “our land” that “our
grandfathers paid for . . . with their lives.”
Sure enough, according to published reports,
the quote comes from the
Cheyenne chief John Wooden Legs, not
the former UCLA coach.
I’m bewildered because I’m disappointed,
as I suppose a lot of women like
me are. The whole book is a big letdown.
That’s because Sarah Palin knew that this
book was highly anticipated and would be
combed through by the media (the Associated
Press famously assigned 11 reporters
to fact check it). But it has no
index nor any sort of endnotes or list of
sources—the absence of which says volumes
about her approach to this project.
She knew that there is a double standard
in politics when it comes to women, especially
Republican ones. She knew she
had to beat expectations. And yet she
didn’t seem to care.
By the time I reached the middle of the
book, rooting for her was getting more
difficult. There was a jarring difference
between the parts that were clearly written
by Palin and those parts inserted by
her ghostwriter, Lynn Vincent. It’s easy
to pick up Palin’s voice: “I stuck out like
a Brownie at a Cub Scout meeting”; “Government
is growing faster than fireweed
in July”; “Dang! Divorce Todd? Have you
seen Todd?” But when it comes to policy
or her vision for the country, the prose
screeches to a halt. It’s clearly lifted from
incomprehensible legislative boilerplate,
confusing press releases, or treatises from
such unlikely sources as Thomas Sowell’s
A Conflict of Visions. Did Palin think it
wasn’t important to make those passages
sound as if she had written them? I’d say
she talks about policy in 10 to 20 percent
of the book, and when she does, it’s with
a thud. If she and her team had taken this
as a serious opportunity to weave her
ideas throughout the book, in her own
voice, and give readers an idea of where
she sees herself in American politics,
maybe more women like me would be
interested in her as a leader.
Instead, Palin talks about standing up
to “entrenched interests” and “the forces
of corruption” and, most often, being disgusted
with the faceless, nameless “headquarters”
of the McCain campaign. Her
naiveté is surprising, and her distrust of
the Republican establishment makes me
doubt she would ever be able to unify the
party as its leader. As much as I wanted
her to be, she’s just not thoughtful, and
she’s not interested in compromise or
common ground in politics. There are
very few shades of gray with her.
She seems to get more extreme with
each page, and her vocabulary becomes
more incendiary. More than once, Palin
quotes her father’s reaction when she
quits the governor’s job: “Sarah’s not retreating,
she’s reloading!” There’s lots of
encouragement for readers to “fight for
the people,” join in the tea parties, get on
Facebook, and hit the town hall meetings.
As she gets angrier, Palin seems to spin
out of control, ending the book with a supporter’s
long E-mail that made the rounds
on the Internet. The supporter admonishes
“the haters” out there to watch out
for “Sarahcuda”: “No one ever told them
what happens when you continually jab
and pester a barracuda. Without warning,
it will spin around and tear your face
off.” Why would she choose to put this in
her book? That’s hardly a great way to
attract moderate women to her cause.
Finally, among the acknowledgments
at the book’s end—right before Palin
thanks God and her family—she nods to
“some media professionals whom I admire
because you don’t let anyone tell
you to sit down and shut up, please keep
making the idiots’ heads spin. Thanks
for not taking our Freedom of the Press
for granted, you bold and patriotic, fair
and balanced media folks.” She lists
more than 30, by their first names alone:
Glenn, Jonah, Lou, Rush, and so on. It
sure sounds as if she’s thanking Glenn
Beck, Jonah Goldberg, Lou Dobbs, and
Rush Limbaugh, to name a few. And it
sounds as if she’s calling the rest of
America “idiots.”
What a wasted opportunity this book
was. And really, what a disappointment
for women like me.
Going Rogue, a Wasted Opportunity
By Mary Kate Cary
I want to like Sarah Palin. She’s got a
houseful of kids, she was one of the
nation’s few female governors, and
she’s not my father’s GOP. The Republican
Party is in dire need of new leadership,
and I think a conservative woman
would be great. So I want to root for her.
Her new book, Going Rogue, begins
with some real gems. Growing up in a modest
home in Alaska, Palin sewed her own
clothes and watched NFL games a week
late because the game tapes had to be flown
to Alaska TV stations from the lower 48.
When she ran for statewide office, she
drove hundreds of miles in her Jetta, her
kids in the back seat, through 10-belowzero
mountain passes while drinking
sugar-free Red Bull and singing along to
Toby Keith’s “How Do You Like Me Now?”
Palin is intriguing. And she’s charming
when discussing the many families of special
needs kids she meets on the campaign
trail, her son Track’s deployment to Iraq,
and the interactions she has with families
of fallen soldiers during the campaign.
But many parts also have one contradiction
after another. Sometimes they are
chapters apart, sometimes pages, and
sometimes even within the same paragraph.
For example, her rationalization
that quitting the governor’s office is not
actually quitting but standing up to her
unnamed enemies. The circumstances
surrounding Trig’s birth raise many questions,
and her private letter to friends explaining
his Down syndrome, which she
signed “Trig’s Creator, Your Heavenly Father,”
left me, well, bewildered. And
Chapter Three begins with a quotation attributed
to hall of fame basketball coach
John Wooden that struck me as odd because
it was about “our land” that “our
grandfathers paid for . . . with their lives.”
Sure enough, according to published reports,
the quote comes from the
Cheyenne chief John Wooden Legs, not
the former UCLA coach.
I’m bewildered because I’m disappointed,
as I suppose a lot of women like
me are. The whole book is a big letdown.
That’s because Sarah Palin knew that this
book was highly anticipated and would be
combed through by the media (the Associated
Press famously assigned 11 reporters
to fact check it). But it has no
index nor any sort of endnotes or list of
sources—the absence of which says volumes
about her approach to this project.
She knew that there is a double standard
in politics when it comes to women, especially
Republican ones. She knew she
had to beat expectations. And yet she
didn’t seem to care.
By the time I reached the middle of the
book, rooting for her was getting more
difficult. There was a jarring difference
between the parts that were clearly written
by Palin and those parts inserted by
her ghostwriter, Lynn Vincent. It’s easy
to pick up Palin’s voice: “I stuck out like
a Brownie at a Cub Scout meeting”; “Government
is growing faster than fireweed
in July”; “Dang! Divorce Todd? Have you
seen Todd?” But when it comes to policy
or her vision for the country, the prose
screeches to a halt. It’s clearly lifted from
incomprehensible legislative boilerplate,
confusing press releases, or treatises from
such unlikely sources as Thomas Sowell’s
A Conflict of Visions. Did Palin think it
wasn’t important to make those passages
sound as if she had written them? I’d say
she talks about policy in 10 to 20 percent
of the book, and when she does, it’s with
a thud. If she and her team had taken this
as a serious opportunity to weave her
ideas throughout the book, in her own
voice, and give readers an idea of where
she sees herself in American politics,
maybe more women like me would be
interested in her as a leader.
Instead, Palin talks about standing up
to “entrenched interests” and “the forces
of corruption” and, most often, being disgusted
with the faceless, nameless “headquarters”
of the McCain campaign. Her
naiveté is surprising, and her distrust of
the Republican establishment makes me
doubt she would ever be able to unify the
party as its leader. As much as I wanted
her to be, she’s just not thoughtful, and
she’s not interested in compromise or
common ground in politics. There are
very few shades of gray with her.
She seems to get more extreme with
each page, and her vocabulary becomes
more incendiary. More than once, Palin
quotes her father’s reaction when she
quits the governor’s job: “Sarah’s not retreating,
she’s reloading!” There’s lots of
encouragement for readers to “fight for
the people,” join in the tea parties, get on
Facebook, and hit the town hall meetings.
As she gets angrier, Palin seems to spin
out of control, ending the book with a supporter’s
long E-mail that made the rounds
on the Internet. The supporter admonishes
“the haters” out there to watch out
for “Sarahcuda”: “No one ever told them
what happens when you continually jab
and pester a barracuda. Without warning,
it will spin around and tear your face
off.” Why would she choose to put this in
her book? That’s hardly a great way to
attract moderate women to her cause.
Finally, among the acknowledgments
at the book’s end—right before Palin
thanks God and her family—she nods to
“some media professionals whom I admire
because you don’t let anyone tell
you to sit down and shut up, please keep
making the idiots’ heads spin. Thanks
for not taking our Freedom of the Press
for granted, you bold and patriotic, fair
and balanced media folks.” She lists
more than 30, by their first names alone:
Glenn, Jonah, Lou, Rush, and so on. It
sure sounds as if she’s thanking Glenn
Beck, Jonah Goldberg, Lou Dobbs, and
Rush Limbaugh, to name a few. And it
sounds as if she’s calling the rest of
America “idiots.”
What a wasted opportunity this book
was. And really, what a disappointment
for women like me.
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Keep trolling, you might just get a bite.
sechs
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If I was, I think that I just did....
