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We once had "reporters" who learned their craft as real-world apprentices who had to be able to distinguish between rain and someone peeing on their leg. Once the craft was renamed "journalism" and was taught in colleges by pointy-headed Obama-types, that was when it began its journey to becoming a joke.

"someone peeing on their leg"- yellow journalism.

As a family lawyer myself, I can say with absolute certainty that family members' tales about being denied access to a child are always 100% true in every detail. Always. It's in the Bible, I think.

Note that this might end up on the Joy Behar show, too. The Johnstons aren't going to know what hit them, once they're no longer useful to the anti-Palin left. (Levi is already starting to find out.)

Silly Old Poof is his SOP.

The POS.

Obviously I can't verify all these details but the orange colored snakes with purple polka dots crawling out of Sarah Palin's hair like a modern day Gorgon "seem mighty genuine to me". Now it may be that the triple tab lit of LSD I did just two hours ago may have something to do with it, but I don't think so.

Signed, Andrew Milky Loads

True, but if it happens on Behar, like the proverbial tree in the forest, did it
actually happen. Maybe insinuating an affair, then teaming up with harridan
Kathy Griffith, probably doesn't make him welcome at the Palin home

Ok, listen up quick! I don't have much time. Yesterday as I was driving through Wasilla (which spelled backwards is 'all i saw'), I mumbled Palin's name out loud.

Big mistake! In my rear view mirror I spotted a large 4X4, Ford F-250 I think, do a u-turn and start after my ass. It took me 45 minutes to shake those Jethros off my tail, but I think they got my license number.

I stopped at the liquor store about five minutes from my house to get a jug of moonshine. When I went in and gave my usual greeting to Cleetus, he just looked down at his till. I put the jug on the counter and he rang it up without saying anything, looking at the till the whole time.
"What's up Cleet? You're sure actin scared."
"Yeah well you shouldn't a done it."
"Done what ya inbred moron?"
He looked up at me and whispered, "You know! You went and said it, out loud! It's all over town. You said THE name."
"What you mean Pailin?"
"Quiet! Don't say that again ever in my store! What's the matter with ya?

Now I was starting to get worried.
"You seen anyone Cleet?"
"A couple a fellas, big & mean come in here about half an hour ago lokin fer ya. Said they'd be waitin at yer house."

I left the store with my jug and drove home. In front was parked a large F-250 with a rat faced plump middle aged hippie left over with a pony tail behind the driver's seat.

As I pulled into my driveway, he got out and walked up to the driver's door on my car.

"Heard ya been talkin about the Pailins. Not very smart. Remember what happened to that trooper fella?"
"Ya sure you betcha. All I did was mumble the name under my breath."
"Well see that you don't do it again, or somethin might happen. Know what I mean?" He keyed my car as he walked away.

I took my jug and went inside. I knew I had to get out of Alaska and soon...

If the Johnstons are so upset they might have, oh, I don't know, raised their hockey-paying waste of sperm not to abandon young girls he knocked up...

and "There is genuine fear out there of the Palin family and what they can do (ask Trooper Wooten)." Why? What are they going to do, come in off the ice with their sealing harpoons?

Nineteen spurious state ethics complaints filed (and all rejected). "Genuine fear of the Palin family." Not.

Is it because she's beautiful, Andrew? Is that what hurts?

The one thing that Sullivan is vaguely qualified to do he's screwing up: reporting (or blogging) on the British elections.

For example, I should think that the attitudes of Nick Clegg towards the Atlantic Alliance and towards Israel would be important enough to report on honestly. I mean, the guy has suddenly surged in popularity due to his performance in their first televised debates. But no, Andy has been either curiously silent about Clegg's hostility to America, and he has out and out fudged Clegg's attitudes towards Israel.

That's because he's going full batshit mancrush crazy over Clegg the way he did about Obama.

http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/2010/04/liveblogging-the-second-brit-debate.html

"A Clegg Triumph"

From what I've read, Clegg didn't do all that well in strictly forensic terms, but he's telegenic in a vapid android way, so the Sullivan response is predictable.

Cooler heads disagree about Clegg's "triumph":

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/election-2010/7605612/Nick-Clegg-to-win-the-General-Election-Has-someone-put-something-in-the-water-supply.html


Here specifically is Andrew's lying about Clegg on Israel:

http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/2010/04/clegg-on-israel.html

Read his sniveling defense of Clegg's attitudes, juxtaposed with this: "Nile Gardiner, a rabid British right-winger now in Washington, nonetheless spells out accurately Nick Clegg's foreign policy here."

It's impossible to make any sense out of Sullivan's writing. Gardiner spells out Clegg's foreign policy views accurately, but he's wrong.

Somebody please explain this logic to me. Sullivan inhabits a parallel universe. Andy in Wonderland.

BTW, Sullivan can't even link properly. He provides a dead link to Gardiner's critical piece on Clegg.

Here's a live link to a series of blog posts on Clegg and his disastrous policies:

http://blogs.telegraph.co.uk/news/nilegardiner/100035649/nick-clegg%E2%80%99s-israel-bashing-is-sickening/

I've got my weed
And a congressman to protect me

I'm sucking cock
I'm on a ro-tiserie

And I've got rot in my brain
And a Harvard school tie

w/ apologies to Simon and Garfunkel

I am so sick of this guy--he's not even an American yet he lives in our country and makes a living slandering Americans with the vilest lies.

And then when he gets caught breaking our laws, Democrats give him a special pass.

http://lagniappeslair.blogspot.com/search/label/Andrew%20Sullivan

Deport Andrew Sullivan today!

Heh. I just got finished re-reading "Joe Bob Briggs" drive-in movie reviews, so I've got Arkansas Polio Weed on the brain. Er, Figuratively speaking.

Facts? We don't need no stinkin facts.

It's on page one of the liberal playbook, people

Libtard ... it's not even that they don't need facts, it's that they cobble up these enormous Frank R. Paul towers of contradictions.

For example. Beakfast with my brother last week. Love him like a brother but hes a barking NYC lib. He sat there and told me what a great job Bloomberg is doing turning the city around, laying off all these city workers. Then he tells me how arson ('Yuppie lightning') is surging in the gentrifying neighborhoods because Bloomberg laid off all the arson investigators...

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