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Ashcroft and Blowhard Discuss Segregation
By Ann Coulter © Human Events, 2000
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Republican Presidents need to start sending at least one Potemkin
nominee to the Senate for confirmation hearings. If there were just one
cabinet nominee willing to sacrifice his appointment for the opportunity
to yell back at that adulterous drunk, Sen. Teddy Kennedy might not be
so cavalier before launching his premeditated vituperations.
Whatever else the "Stop (fill in name here)! Task Force" can say about
John Ashcroft, they cannot say that he drunkenly plunged a woman to
a horrifying watery death and then fled the scene of the accident, relying
on his family’s connections to paper over the woman’s death.
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They cannot say that John Ashcroft was thrown out of college for
cheating–or that he got into college on the basis of his family
pedigree. (Inasmuch as Ashcroft attended an Ivy League college,
it was not much help having a father who was an Assembly of God
minister, rather than, say, a bootlegger.)
Poor John Ashcroft couldn’t say any of that when Sen. Kennedy
erupted in venom. He has higher aspirations than talking back to a
dissolute slob for laughs. But surely there is someone out there who
would go for laughs. Bush should find that guy.
In the first day of the Ashcroft hearings, Sen. Kennedy waxed
nostalgic over a court-ordered "voluntary desegregation" plan, issuing
blood-curdling screams about "the kids." "How costly was this going
to be, Sen. Ashcroft, before you were going to say that those kids
going in lousy schools, that you were going to do something about it?"
You remember what a fabulous success court-ordered
"desegregation" plans have been. Few failures have been more
spectacular. Illiterate students knifing one another between acts of
sodomy in the stairwell is just one of the many eggs that had to be
broken to make the left’s omelet of transferring power from states to
the federal government.
It’s one thing for the federal courts to inform the states and localities
that they cannot discriminate on the basis of race–that was duly
accomplished back in 1954. It’s really quite another for unelected
judges to be imposing $2-billion property taxes and ordering school
districts to build opulent school campuses replete with Olympic-sized
pools, 25-acre wildlife sanctuaries and model United Nations (with
simultaneous translation facilities!).
That’s what a federal judge did to Kansas City, Mo., under the
Olympic-Sized Pool and Tax Them-Till-They-Scream clauses of the
U.S. Constitution. (As a matter of technical constitutional law, the
Constitution does not strictly require states to provide public school
students with petting farms.)
But over the past several decades, any number of federal judges got it
into their heads that black students had to sit next to white students in
order to learn. It was all the rage at the elite universities–Harvard
Law School, in particular. Justice Clarence Thomas responded to the
theory by saying, "It never ceases to amaze me that the courts are so
willing to assume that anything that is predominantly black must be
inferior."
In any event, the theory was that if the federal courts ordered the
states to spend gobs of money building "model schools" with petting
farms (and highly paid teachers unions) in the mostly black city
schools, the all-important white students would come. Surrounded by
white people, black students’ education would improve. (The popular
appeal of this charming notion gives you some idea why the most
frequent modifier to "federal judge" is "unelected.")
Needless to say, having federal judges and Harvard professors run
local school districts on the basis of a preposterous racist theory
nearly wrecked school system after school system.
Federal judges managed to wrest control of the school systems in the
first place through scam lawsuits between non-adverse parties. It
worked like this: A few parents would sue the school board, and the
school board would promptly admit guilt. Then the amiable
adversaries would giddily enter "voluntary" settlement agreements
requiring the school boards to make lavish improvements (and
generously increase the salaries of school administrators). The court
would enter an order confirming the "voluntary" settlement–and the
taxpayers would be stuck with the bill.
These "voluntary" desegregation plans were voluntary in the same
way you "volunteer" your wallet to a couple of con men who have just
staged a phony confrontation to abet picking your pocket. As
Ashcroft explained his objections to the "voluntary" desegregation
plan to Sen. Kopechne, "[T]he thing was that the state was going to
have to pay for everything that people volunteered to do." The plans
also had as much to do with desegregation as–well–a pickpocket
does.
It’s time to send in Alan Keyes. He could probably explain all this to
the drunk with some trenchancy.
© Human Events, 2001
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This one is a total copy of Tokyo Rose WW2 stile first person propaganda
hack marvelously inventive use of Booty Call... Almost a lexicon of buzz words...ED
You've Got Mail II By Ann Coulter
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Another year has gone by and I still don’t have an assistant, but I still do have your wonderful mail, so I apologize again for not sending replies, autographed pictures, signed books, et cetera. [Note to editor: Must have more column photos for distribution to readers.] I promise, as soon as liberals surrender, I’ll get right to my mail. Until then, I won’t be able to do the things you write to me about if I try to respond. But I want you to know I read them all. Frequently. Don’t stop!
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I’d quote some of the nice mail, but you might think I believe it, which
would make me insufferable. Only my mother believes my fan mail.
(And she thanks you for your astute observations.)
Instead, I thought I’d focus on one of the Linda Blair-head-spinning
diatribes I received in the way of constructive criticism from a liberal.
Liberals tend to strike when they think a conservative is most
vulnerable.
An obscenely vicious letter when a conservative writer is just starting
out might be just the thing to cow her into socially appropriate liberal
views.
But by now, it surely has become clear that I have political Tourette’s
Syndrome and no amount of invective will stop me. So the hate mail is
pretty thin these days. (Though it does still come with rainbow
"tolerance" return address labels.)
Indeed, out of the hundreds of marvelous letters I received this year, I
have only two genuine hate-mailers–with numerous letters between
them. That’s barely enough to assure me that I am still irritating
liberals.
Having given up on terrorizing me personally with their viciousness,
liberals are now trying to stop me from being published or heard on
TV. They concentrate on denouncing me to TV producers, writing
nasty letters to the editor or, if they have their own forums, maligning
me in their important articles or books.
Has-Been Movie Reviewer
A has-been movie reviewer in Chicago by the name of Roger Ebert,
for example, set aside the important work of giving "American Pie"
and "Booty Call" three stars to share his political philosophy–a
development his regular readers were undoubtedly hankering for. He
took the occasion of his foray into political punditry to attack poor little
me, bothering no one, quietly whiling away my days, reading and
writing rather than watching works of art like "Booty Call."
The senile old fellow mused, and I will quote in full–a courtesy he did
not grant me: "How and why, for example, did it become established
in so many minds that Bush was the presumptive winner and Gore the
apparent loser?"
Now I’m no movie reviewer, but my best guess is that people thought
Bush won because he won.
Ebert’s philosophical query ran in a column dated December 14, the
day after Gore’s concession. By that point, Bush had won the original
count as well as three recounts, two of them in Democrat bastions
exclusively. Also by that point, seven justices on the U.S. Supreme
Court (admittedly, no movie reviewers, they) had found the selective
recounts violative of the Constitution’s Equal Protection Clause.
Still and all, deep thinker Ebert’s conclusion was that–I’m not making
this up–Republicans had "cleverly" established "effective ‘memes’ in
the minds of the public and the pundits. A meme, so named by the
British evolutionist Richard Dawkins, is like a gene, except that
instead of advancing through organisms, it moves through minds."
Better steer clear of the science fiction movies for awhile, Roger.
In an ironic twist, it was in this very Twilight Zone column that Ebert
was beside himself with righteous anger about my having accused
Democrats of being "delusional nutcases." A felicitous turn of phrase,
I admit, but technically, factually inaccurate, strictly speaking–it was
Al Gore, and not Democrats generally, I said had entered "delusional
nutcase territory" by continuing to press his cause more than a month
and numerous recounts after the election.
The use of the singular in that paragraph should have tipped Ebert off,
but maybe spending one’s day watching "Booty Call" does not hone
grammatical skills.
Needless to say, had I known of Mr. Meme’s existence when writing
that column, I would have written: "Al Gore and that crank movie
reviewer in Chicago." On that I stand corrected.
But then–and getting back to the point–every once in awhile, I get a
letter like this one from Chuck in Indiana:
"I was only 11 years old when the Second World War was started.
My 21-year-old cousin Bill was a navigator on the early bombers and
was the first one to be killed from my hometown of Scottdale, Pa.
When I think of him giving his life so that a lying bum like Clinton gets
in charge of the military, I turn sick. . . Thank God, for papers and
writers as yourself to at least give us a ray of hope!"
Or this, from Joe: "Recently while recovering from surgery, I picked
up your book titled, High Crimes and Misdemeanors. I was looking
for a relaxing read. Unfortunately, I became so incensed upon
learning of the devious activities of the sitting President that the read
was anything but relaxing."
Sorry about that, Joe, it wasn’t my fault. I was just presenting the
facts.
And finally, the payback I’m really looking forward to was suggested
by a kind reader in California: "You are an ineffably decent person, a
rarity in this day and age. When you die and go to heaven, perhaps
God will reward you by giving you in heaven a hundred husbands."
One good one will do. But Ebert gets a goat.
© Human Events, 2000
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People United for Swindles and Hucksterism
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Jesse Jackson, the Baptist minister, apparently had no intention of waiting for the afterlife to get his taste of the good life. With his Rainbow/Push Coalition bringing in millions of dollars a year at its peak, Mr. Jackson indulged in expensive homes, cars and companionship, mostly with his ministry’s money. That’s a paraphrase of how the New York Times began a news item about a fallen preacher–not Jesse "Show Me the Money" Jackson, but "televangelist" Jim Bakker, head of PTL ministries, swiftly deposed after a sex scandal in the ’80s. Bakker’s affair was evidently limited to a single night, there was no "love child," and over the course of seven years Bakker paid his lady friend about half ($265,000) of what Jackson admits to paying his mistress in two years ($472,000)–and about one-third of what the National Enquirer reports Jackson has paid ($640,000). Jackson’s mistress probably needs the money more: Having had her affair with a black liberal, she cannot expect lucrative offers from smut magazines to pose nude. The pornography industry is primarily interested in prolonging the humiliation of Republicans.
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By Ann Coulter
Indeed, the entire establishment is truly gleeful only when discussing the sexual scandals of
putative conservatives. By contrast, the Jackson "situation," as a New York Times column
put it, merely "illustrates the need to acknowledge that our leaders will occasionally disappoint."
The Times column sneered at the idea of using a "test of sexual propriety" as a basis for moral judgments. Real moral
lapse–not to be confused with a 59-year-old man trying to derive sexual satisfaction from a young female staffer–is
being a Republican. Immorality, it seems, can also be "cut[ting] millions of the needy from welfare rolls," or firing
Surgeon General Joycelyn Elders because she had "suggested that masturbation should be openly discussed with
young people."
It takes a particularly fanatical Socialist to believe the government is required to teach adolescent boys to masturbate–
but this logic demonstrates: Disbelief in the ministrations of the federal government is the only known liberal iniquity.
Immorality incarnate is either Perverts or People Who Believe in Tax Cuts. Take your pick. Democrats are the proud
party of perversion.
Over a decade ago, the same point was made during the media’s giddy celebration of the perfidy of televangelist
Bakker. Even then, the left was careful to couch its sneers at Bakker in terms that would not reflect badly on adultery
per se. New York Times columnist Tom Wicker sniffed, for example, "Mr. Bakker, whose offense is not exactly
unheard of . . ."
Cheap Grace Deluxe
Wicker then went on to pronounce that "the greatest offense" was "the narrowness, exclusivity and lack of charity–the
bigotry–"of Christian evangelism. This "greatest offense" includes a belief in "heterosexuality only, and only within
marriage"(!), as well as the "maintenance at all costs of the traditional family."
The "at all costs" in that last sentence is a nice touch. It’s been about 15 years since Wicker wrote it. How about we
compare "costs" of "not exactly unheard of" adultery with the "costs" of traditional families?
The Times’ more recent explication of what true sin is (Republicanism) refers to society’s "obsession with sexual sin" as
if we should really be concentrating on something else, like self-immolation. But there’s a reason several millennia of
religious teaching share this unseemly "obsession with sexual sin": It’s apparently one of the more tempting transgressions.
People don’t have to be exhorted constantly not to stick forks in their eyes–also a sin–because it’s not that big a
temptation.
The dirty masses’ "obsession with sexual sin" also operates to protect what are normally two of the left’s favorite victim
groups: women and children. Indeed, comparing the quantity of love letters women write to mass murderers and serial
killers with the number of love letters women write to their adulterous ex-husbands, women seem to find "sexual sin"
uniquely unforgivable.
They’re having a good laugh in Koreatown about the exposure of Jesse Jackson (who further cemented the hatred
between blacks and Koreans when he minimized the violence against Koreans during the Los Angeles riots with the
dismissive remark, "Desperate people do desperate things"): "Ha-ha, Jesse Jackson have love child–more work, less
babies." But they won’t be able to laugh long. Liberals always get a lot of credit for suffering, while never actually
being made to suffer.
Immediately after he was forced to own up to the love child (the National Enquirer had DNA evidence), Jackson
pledged to withdraw from public life to "revive my spirit and reconnect with my family." For a few days, the airwaves
were bristling with accounts of the Rev. Jesse Jackson’s deep suffering and his "rial of tears."
God’s grace worked fast: After taking the weekend off, Jesse Jackson was back in action this week, just in time for a
lucrative Wall Street shakedown. It’ not as if he had done something really bad, like support a reduction in marginal tax
rates.
© Human Events, 2001
© Human Events, 2001Clintonites Left White House in Shambles
By Timothy P. Carney
General Services Administration (GSA) workers entering the White House at noon on Inauguration Day–just after the
Clintons had left–found the presidential residence and its neighboring Old Executive Office Building (OEOB) in shambles.
Not only were the W’s missing from many computer keyboards, as widely reported in the press, but shattered glass,
broken furniture and rotting food lay strewn about the offices that the Bush Administration would arrive later that day to
occupy.
Eyewitnesses to the wreckage reported to Human Events that certain offices in the Old Executive Office Building, where
many presidential aides work, were littered with beer, wine and champagne bottles–all empty, to be sure. The desktops
were littered with old files, papers, pens, staplers and miscellaneous junk, as if whoever had left simply dumped out their
desk drawers. Some toilets were unflushed.
Some of the items left behind–including blazers, coats, shoes and socks–perplexed the cleaning and moving crews.
"Goodwill would have a field day," one witness said.
The mess was so overwhelming, both to Bush Administration officials and the maintenance crews, that one cleaning lady
was found in tears, wondering how the former employees could have been so thoughtless.
Some of the damage, however, was not the result of slovenliness and carelessness but was pure vandalism–such as that
removal of the letter W from many keyboards–that will cost taxpayers thousands of dollars.
Glass plates that had covered desktops were shattered across the floor in some rooms. The extension numbers were
removed from many phones or crossed out, causing communication problems in the first days of the new administration,
problems that were made worse by sabotage done to some of the voice mail and E-mail systems. Also, someone
apparently slashed a number of phone cords.
Desks and chairs lay inexplicably overturned, including one sofa with broken legs. Computers, copying machines, and
other office equipment were missing, as was a large, ornate presidential seal.
Locked file cabinets with missing keys stood uselessly amid the wreckage, and when the Bush people tried to move the
desks in some offices, they found that they had been booby-trapped with a goo on the underside of tops.
Spite and reckless moving cannot account for all of the filth-much of the mess indicated a pervading lifestyle of squalor
and disrespect for the beautiful, hallowed halls of the OEOB. Half-eaten sandwiches and old pizza boxes that appeared
to date back many weeks greeted the Bush employees in the OEOB, as did irreparably filthy carpets. Some of the old
wooden desks had writing scrawled across them.
A military steward on the plane that flew the Clintons to New York after the inauguration reports that on arriving in New
York, the plane was discovered to be missing its entire supply of presidential china, silverware and blankets. Even the
toothpaste was missing.
Taxpayers will foot the bill to replace or repair the broken and missing equipment in the White House and on Air Force
One, but no one yet appears to be seeking prosecution for the thieves and vandals responsible for it, although clearly some
laws were broken.
Career White House workers told the Bush employees who arrived after the Inauguration that they were glad to see new
faces in the building and just plain glad that the Clintons were gone.
© Human Events, 2001
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