My People! My People!
Andres Martinez is an unspeakable bastard. A spineless suck-up. A douche bag.
After being named Editor of the LA Times' editorial page in September, he has seen fit to rejigger the Commentary page in such a way as to show Robert Scheer to the abattroir, and, in so doing, replace him with that underdone veal chop fresh from grazing the pastures at the National Review Online, Jonah Goldberg. Jonah Goldberg, the privileged prick son of Lucianne Goldberg-- herself, the two of them like to brag, the cow who advised aurally-fixated Linda Tripp to record her conversations with Monica Lewinsky (and to save the blue dress with the white spot on it)-- has repeatedly and publicly trumpeted the Iraqi quagmire as being an absolute good. When asked why he hasn't put his own of-age ass on the line in combat, he cited the fact that he's "35 years old... [his] family couldn't afford the lost income... [he has] a baby daughter." As it happens, MTV has compiled a set of statistics on the 2,000 military men and women killed in Iraq. Guess what, Jonah. Forty percent of these sacrificing Americans left behind spouses, and 30% left behind children. Most, however, stopped sucking on their mama's teet decades ago.
For Goldberg's inaugural column in today's Times, Atrios has bestowed upon him the proud title of "Wanker of the Day." I would nominate Andres Martinez, myself, for allowing this simp to desecrate the Times' pages with his asinine drivel attempting to conflate the public statements with which FDR was able to angle the US into World War II with the whoppers that Georgie told in order to gain public support for his codpiece-clad measure-off against Saddam. As I believe Richard Clark said (and I'm paraphrasing): Going to Iraq in response to 9/11 would be tantamount to us attacking Mexico in response to Pearl Harbor. I've had enough of this bullshit.
And speaking of bullshit, if there's one guy out there who can smell it a mile away, it's Robert Scheer. Robert Scheer was against this gruesome Iraq business from the first. A paragon of erudition he is not. No, he's the no-nonsense intellectual brawler who inspired Christopher Hitchens to storm off from a panel discussion on the war in Iraq in a swirl of invective and expletives at the LA Times Book Fair a couple of years ago. (I'm not saying that's the hardest thing in the world to do. I'm just saying.) He's the kind of common-sense guy that so much of our media ignores-- a New-Deal Democrat who's proud of who he is and for what he stands. He's the kind of guy that might take Jonah by the scruff and push his nose in today's Commentary section, saying, "Look what you did! Look what you did!"
I was pleased to receive a call from my father yesterday. He, too, is more than pissed off about Martinez and his errant calf. Here's the letter he wrote to the Times:
Well said, Dad.
After being named Editor of the LA Times' editorial page in September, he has seen fit to rejigger the Commentary page in such a way as to show Robert Scheer to the abattroir, and, in so doing, replace him with that underdone veal chop fresh from grazing the pastures at the National Review Online, Jonah Goldberg. Jonah Goldberg, the privileged prick son of Lucianne Goldberg-- herself, the two of them like to brag, the cow who advised aurally-fixated Linda Tripp to record her conversations with Monica Lewinsky (and to save the blue dress with the white spot on it)-- has repeatedly and publicly trumpeted the Iraqi quagmire as being an absolute good. When asked why he hasn't put his own of-age ass on the line in combat, he cited the fact that he's "35 years old... [his] family couldn't afford the lost income... [he has] a baby daughter." As it happens, MTV has compiled a set of statistics on the 2,000 military men and women killed in Iraq. Guess what, Jonah. Forty percent of these sacrificing Americans left behind spouses, and 30% left behind children. Most, however, stopped sucking on their mama's teet decades ago.
For Goldberg's inaugural column in today's Times, Atrios has bestowed upon him the proud title of "Wanker of the Day." I would nominate Andres Martinez, myself, for allowing this simp to desecrate the Times' pages with his asinine drivel attempting to conflate the public statements with which FDR was able to angle the US into World War II with the whoppers that Georgie told in order to gain public support for his codpiece-clad measure-off against Saddam. As I believe Richard Clark said (and I'm paraphrasing): Going to Iraq in response to 9/11 would be tantamount to us attacking Mexico in response to Pearl Harbor. I've had enough of this bullshit.
And speaking of bullshit, if there's one guy out there who can smell it a mile away, it's Robert Scheer. Robert Scheer was against this gruesome Iraq business from the first. A paragon of erudition he is not. No, he's the no-nonsense intellectual brawler who inspired Christopher Hitchens to storm off from a panel discussion on the war in Iraq in a swirl of invective and expletives at the LA Times Book Fair a couple of years ago. (I'm not saying that's the hardest thing in the world to do. I'm just saying.) He's the kind of common-sense guy that so much of our media ignores-- a New-Deal Democrat who's proud of who he is and for what he stands. He's the kind of guy that might take Jonah by the scruff and push his nose in today's Commentary section, saying, "Look what you did! Look what you did!"
I was pleased to receive a call from my father yesterday. He, too, is more than pissed off about Martinez and his errant calf. Here's the letter he wrote to the Times:
The only thing worse than your paper's letting go of columnist Robert Scheer is the pathetic attempt by Andres Martinez to explain it away in what he calls a "note". That "note" would not get a passing grade in a junior high school journalism class. It explains nothing. All we now know is Robert Scheer is off the list of columnists and conservative Jonah Goldberg is now on it. And, aside from the Scheer incompetence of the "note", there also seems to be a certain lack of information and honesty. Without a doubt, others such as the publisher, Jeffery M. Johnson, must have been involved in this rotten decision.
The L. A. Times may now join the ranks of the New York Times as a once, but not anymore, great newspaper. I have been a subscriber to and reader of your paper for over 30 years. No more. Talk about discounting your readership. Shame on you.
Well said, Dad.
