Or maybe not a compliment at all. According to a Breitbart article in which it is revealed that Newt Gingrich may enter the race if only supporters will pledge $30 million dollars to make his campaign competitive, the former speaker, whom I like very much, also said the following about former Arkansas Governor Mike Huckabee, whom I also like very much:
[He is relatively unknown but] “is as likable as anybody in the race.”
Well. Just what does that mean? When we consider his that he compared joining the presidential race like “running in to join the pygmies,” I’m just not sure he really thinks that highly of any Republican candidate. But maybe I’m wrong.
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From The Politico:
“Vice President Cheney came up to see the Republicans yesterday. You can always tell when the Republicans are getting restless, because the Vice President’s motorcade pulls into the Capitol, and Darth Vader emerges,” Hillary Clinton said just now at a $100-a-head fundraiser at Town Hall near New York’s Times Square, referring to Cheney’s efforts shore up Republican congressional support for the Iraq war.
“I’m not invited to their meetings and I don’t know what he says or does,” she said, in an informal conversation on stage with former Iowa Governor Tom Vilsack and retired General Wesley Clark. “But all the brave talk about bringing our troops home, and setting deadlines, and getting out by a certain date just dissipated.”
She was referring specifically to the White House’s successful effort to stem Republican support for Senator Jim Webb’s legislation to limit troop deployments, which failed today in the Senate by a vote of 56-44, short of the 60 it needed to pass.
Ha. Darth Vader always was my favorite Star Wars character. Maybe this film clip shows why ‘Hill hates Darth…I mean Dick, or do I mean Darth? I can’t remember:
Just admit it. That was damn funny.
UPDATE: By the way, if Dick is Darth and therefore, by association, the Republicans are the ‘Evil Empire,’ then just who the hell does that make Hill and the Gang? She certainly is no Princess Leia. She looks like Chewie, but then again she whines like Luke Skywalker. I just can’t figure it out.
UPDATE 2: Rush Limbaugh had this to say on the incident: “People are making a big deal over Mrs. Clinton’s Darth Vader remark about Dick Cheney. She was just trying to humanize herself by making a joke.”
Always count on Rush to have the best analysis available, right?
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I’ve been trying to get back into the mood and habit of blogging, but until now, I just haven’t felt the drive.
I’m back at school now, have been for about three weeks, but that can be discussed later. For now, I want to write a little bit about this day. Where was I six years ago? Has my world view changed? In what ways?
Six years ago, as our world was literally being turned on its head, I was a sophomore at Hampshire High School. At the time of the first attack, I was in a computer keyboarding class in a classroom that was not in the ‘main building,’ but was instead outside, segregated from the rest of the student population. In that outside classroom, we had no TV. There was no radio in the classroom. We heard bits and pieces about a plane crashing, but we did not know where or why.
As I left that classroom and headed to band practice, the hallways were chaotic and rumor filled. Speculations ran rampant. There were tales of Dulles International Airport, the closest airport to us even though it was still about and hour and a half away, being attacked and completely destroyed. Washington, D.C. had been destroyed, some said. And New York City. But the TV’s and radios were kept off, and no real news reached us.
After school, I can remember the first thing I said to my Mom. She asked if I knew what was going on. I said, “No. And I don’t want to hear anymore about it until somebody can give me some real facts.” Quickly, she responded, “Well whether you want to hear about it or not, you’re going to. This is going to change everything.” Mom, my brother and I spent the remainder of the day, and the next few weeks, watching Aaron Brown on CNN. He provided some sense of calm, though visually it was clear that he was suffering as much as anybody else.
Since that day, I’ve graduated from high school, gone off to college and will, in just a few months, be graduating from college, too. Prior to the attacks, I was somewhat well informed. Mom had always kept the news on at home, so I had some idea about what was going on in the world. Still, in tenth grade, how much can a kid really know about what his positions are on world affairs? Sure, I thought I knew, but my immature rejection of President Bush, using the Left’s talking point, as thinking he had some hereditary claim to the Presidency was completely wrong. Before the attacks, I, like so many Bush critics, didn’t care for the man, though I knew very little about him.
The 9/11 attacks changed my viewpoints on everything. I rallied around President Bush, like so many other Americans also did. I embraced him as the leader who had been elected for this purpose and this purpose alone: to fight Islamic fundamentalist extremist terrorists and to protect the United States and Her citizens. My support for the President has never been in question since that September morning. My views have been crafted and solidified.
Have we accomplished what we set out to do on September 12, 2001? Have we destroyed the enemy? Have we prevented future attacks on the homeland? Have we made the world safe for democracy again? These goals are lofty and difficult to measure to the fullest. Without question, we have made progress, but it cannot be said with any certainty that our goals have been fulfilled to the max. Neither can it be said, though, that we are not making significant progress in this war. Do we have what it takes to win? Yes. As former Secretary of Education, Bill Bennett, stated in the title in his book: America is the Last Best Hope.
The cost of this war against these mass murderers has come at a price. God bless all Americans–in the military, the government, civil service, or other–who have sacrificed in this struggle. God bless the families of the victims of the attacks. God Bless America and keep Her safe in this long, hard struggle.
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Try as I may, I just can’t articulate anything as well as Mark Steyn does:
If you make it vivid enough, the JFK/Princess Di factor will kick in: you’ll remember “where you were” when you “heard the news.” But it’s harder to recreate the peculiar mood at the end of the day, when the citizens of the superpower went to bed not knowing what they’d wake up to the following morning.
And that’s what made it all the scarier…
