Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Former Bush Speechwriter Writes Book; Gets Ass Kicked By Former Boss
Former GWB speechwriter Matt Latimer has written a tell-all in which he comes off as brilliant but disillusioned, surrounded at the White House by a bunch of idiots. The man who hired him, Bill McGurn, has written a superb take-down, one he asserts would never have been written if Latimer hadn't opened his yap.
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Wow, that is brutal without being at all nasty. Good for McGurn.
I thought Scott McClellan was a low-life, but this guy might be worse. Though I have to say, some of the quotes that I've heard from the book, particularly about Biden and Obama, are pretty damn funny if they're to be believed.
McGurn appears to have successfully removed every last piece of bowel tissue from Latimer's whiny, manhoodless body. Latimer probably doesn't require his bowels any more anyway, considering that he has his head planted firmly in Rumsfeld's bowels. Talk about getting filleted. Well done Bill McGurn.
I appreciate James Carville's view on this one. http://scottstanzel.com/2009/09/21/speechless/
Robert - Thanks for the link. I rarely agree with James Carville politically, but I have ALWAYS admired his undying commitment to his party and, especially, the way he unabashedly speaks his mind.
Plus, if that is not enough reason to admire this character, it is clear that he wanted desperately to avoid marrying someone who would be expecting a handout, something for nothing on the back of his own labors. Against every political bone in his body, he had no choice but to marry a Republican.
Just kidding, Ghostress. Just wanted to see how fast I could get you to start typing on your iPhone :-)
Nearly ran my Prius into a Volvo outside WholeFoods trying to get my iphone out from under a bag filled with organic vegetables and tofu on the passenger seat so I could respond with my boilerplate anti-Mary-Matalin feminist screed, but then I realized that taking those extra few minutes would put me late for yoga, and I'd be all tense later when trying to relax with the comfortable heft of the NYT in my lap and the Rachel Maddow Show crooning on my television later tonight.
So ... well, you have me. I'm at a loss for suitable comeback now, but mark my words, Mudge, next Saturday morning, I'll be ready with fighting words while sitting with the other Piano Moms thumbing our iPhones outside the kids' music studio. That is, if the CW discontinues the too-long-running theme of dismissing and belittling the existence and impact of racism in the US at every opportunity.
"Nearly ran my Prius into a Volvo outside WholeFoods..."
Is it considered satire if it's true?
Ghostress - Just got back to my east coast home from an Arctic endangered species safari, sorry. But when I read your note, I laughed so hard that I spit my morning single barrel bourbon all over my Wall Street Journal and had to tell Maria Conchita Reyes Castro del Quinto to clean it up and to send Reggie in one of my "user" cars to the store to get me another one. So while I was waiting for Reggie to get back with my replacement paper (note to self, increase WSJ deliveries to four copies daily--dining lounge, steam room, upper balcony, pool deck--for just such a recurrence), he calls Maria CRSdQ and tells her this hot number in a Prius almost hits my gold-leaved Hummer but fortunately misses and instead plows into some birkenstock-wearing, tofu-munching freak in a volvo right in front of him and shuts down the entire parking lot so he can't even get to my reserved space at Whole Foods which I recently started patronizing because the CEO boldly spoke out against the radical left's attempts to nationalize all things capitalist. Anyway, I barely had time to have Milton finish polishing my harp seal pup leather lounge slippers when I realized that I had missed Rush's opening remarks at the Young Republicans' Conference. What was I thinking? Note to self: hire someone from the upper middle class to deal with these distractions but pay him only enough that he remains under the $250K/year mark and tell him you are doing him a huge favor for tax purposes. BTW, in all the excitement, I completely forgot to put the caspian beluga caviar on my Moet et Chandon-poached eggs this morning. Note to self: have Maria deported this afternoon for forgetting to remind me about the beluga. Ahh Ghostress, isn't it a shame we can't find good little people anymore.
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