Along with the first cup of joe this morning, I clicked on over to The Corner where they already have 3 items to get my heart started.
Some hyphenated "Americans" from Pakistan are opposing Bobby Jindal for governor of Louisiana because his parents came from India. Rod Dreher comments:
"I think it's a kind of unforeseen fear that if Bobby Jindal gets elected he might push things that are against the Pakistani interest," said Ashraf Abbasi of Port Arthur, Texas, who is president of the Pakistani-American Congress, an umbrella organization for Pakistani-American groups. Boy, it's hard to figure what the governor of Louisiana can do to hurt Pakistan. Halt Tabasco exports to Karachi? Ban the Neville Brothers from playing Mardi Gras in Quetta?Maybe Ashraf's worried that Jindal would ban public displays of assholism.
Following that, there's a piece on the Washington Post suck-up to the late Joan Kroc:
"She was a bit of a news nut," said Dick Starmann, Kroc's longtime friend and spokesman. "She loved NPR and its unfiltered presentation of the news. . . . It wasn't liberal and it wasn't conservative. It was as objective as you're going to find."Maybe if you live on the planet Moonbat. Too bad the old gal was senile.
Finally, Tim Graham notices some campus hijinks at Princeton:
In case you’re in danger of thinking that the campus isn’t the best place for time traveling back into Hippiethink, see a sad Princeton revival of that old CNBC show starring Phil Donahue and Vladimir Posner (or Poznir, if you’re feeling Russian). The old Soviet stooge insists to the student body that America has had a government-controlled media since the Vietnam era. In case you missed it, “all information” goes through a military review first before it’s deemed acceptable for public consumption. Donahue modifies that theory slightly, suggesting that Americans can’t abide anti-war views, so that his brand of far-left “truth”-telling just can’t get a fair hearing.Whoa, déjà vu! It's been more years than I care to think of since I last saw that Communist flack and his buttboy, Phil. It's good to see that they're playing the "big venues" with their dog and gerbil act.
