Charles Pierce: What Are The Gobshites Saying These Days?
____Before we hand out this week's House Cup to someone from The Sunday Showz, let us step briefly away from the electric teevee machine and commend our old Zuccotti Park running buddy, Sub-Left'Nant Blimp for writing a magazine piece about Neil deGrasse Tyson that ordinarily would have been a career killer for him, his assigning editor, the editor in chief, the publisher, the people driving the delivery trucks, and perhaps several of the store managers who stocked it on their shelves. However, he wrote it for that longtime white-supremacist journal, National Review, so he's likely got a gig for life. The whole thing is just such a deep, rich cluster of chewy fk that it does a disservice to pick out one or two nuggets. Just gaze in awe at what happens when someone's intellectual penis envy reaches the critical stage. One thing that happens is that you're looking Down There in such mortal anguish that you walk into a lamppost and knock yourself senseless before you've had a chance to even fake an argument. Or you think that Neil deGrasse Tyson and Nate Silver -- and Bill fking Nye! -- all work essentially the same pop stand on the left side of the street. Or that being knocked senseless was the best thing that ever happened to you because you forgot you wrote this drivel . . .
Naturally, there was a lot of Gaza gazing; the Dancin' Master (Gregory), his ratings last seen descending to the bottom of the Laurential Abyssal, got himself in all kinds of trouble by sandbagging a UN official with a videotape allegedly showing a rocket being launched from the UN school against which Israel was forced to defend itself the other day. The thing was blurry, and grainy, and its provenance was ludicrously murky. This was about as horrible a piece of journalism as you can imagine, especially given the gravity of what was being discussed. Maybe the Dancin' Master is engaging the Destruct Sequence. Who knows? Anyway, later, Paul Ryan, the zombie-eyed granny starver from the state of Wisconsin, dropped by to tell us how much he really loves poor people. The Dancin' Master tickled him a bit over the days when Ryan sounded like he would like to grind up the poor and sprinkle them in his protein shake . . .
And things concluded when Ruth Marcus, the scourge of teenage pottymouths everywhere, got her chance to explain to us that the devil weed is on the march . . .
Over on CBS, former Cimmerian science correspondent Bob Schieffer also had Bibi Netanyahu on so that he could explain how Israel had to defend itself against UN schools by blowing them up, and the 25 blocks around them as well. Also, tunnels . . .
Alas, though, we must award the House Cup to an old friend, and someone we admire greatly. For reasons known only to god, Robert Reich went on the show usually hosted by The Clinton Guy Shocked By Blowjobs, and explained how intrigued he was by Zombie-Eyed Granny Starving 2.0 . . .
please read more: http://www.esquire.com/blogs/politics/Robert_Reich_Wins_The_Week
. . . Charles Pierce, you are an absolute treasure. More, please.
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