That said – what a maroon. He hasn’t an idea in his
head that his grandmother would have had to apologize
for (hat tip to GB Shaw).

The real question is, how many schools have been painted since the invasion?

THAT’s the universal, absolute standard of public discourse in America.

Funny that it doesn’t come up more…

Seriously. I really hung over and that VDH shit is making me want to puke.

Everyone has a calling, and Victor Davis Hanson’s calling is to make his fellow citizens want to puke.

This calls for another scene from “Finians Rainbow”:

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Buzz Collins: Well, you’ll like working here, Boy. I’ve hired all the senator’s butlers for the past ten years. Hundreds of them. He’s a little intolerant at times, but that’s just his blood pressure. Now, let’s see you serve that julep.
[Howard serves it]
Buzz Collins: Oh, no. Rawkins won’t like that, that’s no way to serve a julep. It’s too fast. Get some shuffle into it. You’ve seen some of the new movies like ‘Birth of a Nation’ and ‘Gone With the Wind,’ haven’t you? Here, like this, George.
Howard: Howard.
Buzz Collins: Yeah, okay, Jackson.
[He does a splay-legged shuffle and imitates Rochester]
Buzz Collins: Yo’ julep suh, Massa Rawkins, suh, all frossy an’ minty, yawk! Yawk! Yawk! You see, George?
Howard: Uh… why do I have to shuffle?
Buzz Collins: Oh, I don’t have to explain that to you. It makes for kindly feelings between employer and employee. Now try it again, only not so fast this time.
Howard: Uh… how did you do that again?
Buzz Collins: I don’t understand you Jackson. I mean, you don’t walk like your supposed to, you don’t talk like you’re supposed to, you don’t even know how to serve a julep like you’re supposed to! Are you educated or something?
Howard: Well, I’m working on my Masters.
Buzz Collins: Working on your master’s what?
Howard: It’s a college degree!
Buzz Collins: Oh! Don’t mention the word ‘college’ around the Senator! It upsets him. But that’s beside the point, George. Do you want a job here or don’t you?
Howard: Well, yes sir I do, I… Ah needs da money.
Buzz Collins: [cheerful] Oh! Well, that’s all the more reason for you to make good here. Then when you get your… college degree, you’ve got a job here for life!

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Hoosier X said,

March 27, 2008 at 21:15

Is there a single living conservative who isn’t the world’s stupidest person?

Now, they can’t all be the stupidest at once. They have to take turns.

Currently, it’s George’s turn.

In other news, is it not becoming obvious from the elite’s pile on of Obama that they feel very threatened by him?

They don’t feel threatened by Hillary or McCain.

Don’t blame me, I wasn’t consulted.

As for poor Harvard, they sux.

Why, it’s almost like they’ve never ever had any relationship with a black person or persons that went beyond the barest superficialities. Maybe I’m just cynical.

That is like arguing that when Mark Steyn sounds the alarum about how the white European races are falling behind in the race to outbreed the rest of the world, he is secretly fantasising about a future world populated only by fecund and well-endowed dark-skinned people… And when Horowitz bangs on about the threat posed by the Isalmofascists to civilisation as we know it, he is really in the throes of a geo-pornographic fantasy where the gleaming scimitars of Allah have over-thrown our liberal flaccidity and replaced our decadence with a code of inflexible morality…

Hmm. Let me think about those two examples. I’ll check with the World Association of Psychobabbling Pop Analysts and get back to you.

But, as a not-so-proud Stanford alum, ’67, I have to say Bitter Scribe is wrong about the Hoover, where VD Hanson hangs out. From the current Stanford Magazine, page 54: “… Hoover *is* part of Stanford; its director reports to President Hennessy. Like other University units, it can make visiting nonteaching appointments independently.”

And just for added flavor, I’ll point out that Condoleeza Rice is a tenured professor at Stanford, on leave for public service, and unless the tenure committee acts, she’ll be back in 2009.

Hail, Stanford, hail.

* at least we had the sense not to give actual frickin degrees to Rice, Rumsfeld, and the other Distinguished Unindicted War Criminals that the Hoover has honored. Yale and Harvard have some ‘splainin’ to do about the degrees they gave the Shrub.

According to my Grand Pop a hand basket was a small railed mining car that could be pushed by hand (rather than pulled by a pony)–and the phrase originally had something to do with falling uncontrolled to the bottom of a mine shaft. Of course, my Grand Pop drank…..a lot…..