Newsbusters has the stuff from the Charlie Gibson/Sarah Palin interview that got left on the cutting room floor. Didn’t fit the narrative, I guess.
Ed Morrisey compares and contrasts the questions The Chosen One was asked by Gibson three months ago against the ones he asked Palin last week. Illuminating.
Meanwhile Jeff Goldstein (PBUH) analyzes what all of this means:
(To) Andrew Sullivan and the rest of the perpetually outraged who keep breathlessly asking why Palin is “ducking” the press, here are a pair of obvious object lessons.
Many in the mainstream press (with, in this instance, the NYT as the surprising outlier) have decided that now is the time to practice advocacy — and if these two examples are indicative of what we’re to look forward to the next couple months, we have, for all intents and purposes, ceased being a democratic republic; because we can not, as a country, be expected to make informed decisions if our media has decided to feed us only that part of the story that pushes us to draw the “right” conclusions, conclusions that they have predecided we as an electorate need to make.
The Prof has a suggestion designed to clap a stopper over this kind of malfeasance: Bring your own camera.
Geez, that it’s come to this.
You almost have to feel sorry for Obama. With confidence numbers like these, why do they have to be on his side?
Nose,
Dubious is my motto.
I’m three hundred miles from the coast and we got about 18 hours of 60 mile per hour sustained winds, lashing rain, thunderstorms and small tornados. We got off easy, power and phone lines down and that was pretty much it. (except for one poor soul that had a tree fall on him in his living room.) I’m glad I wasn’t in Houston.
Concur re Biden and his amazing technicolor ego, I was referring to the media report I read somewhere that the press section of his charter has been completely empty lately.
Craig,
You need to meet more E-2 pilots.
One of the reasons I moved back to this god-forsaken hellhole is the relative scarcity of such folk. And their little buddies that ride in the back.
But that said of all the people desparately in need of a hobby who hang out here in Lexland, none of whom I’ve actually met, I’d probably get along with Nose as well as any.
Or maybe not.
Skippy, that was mean. Have I EVER been mean to you?
…wait. Don’t answer that.
CMcL,
No harm no foul. I will put my “Politeness Man” costume back in the closet. BTW,
one of my boys is a helo-bubba, albeit Army Medevac.
geo6
geo6,
Helo pilots will occur in the even best regulated families. Just grin and bear it. All you can do.
Craig
Oh and let me add a non snarky comment. Flying a helicopter into a hot LZ to recover wounded is about as hard as it gets on this ethereal plane.
I’ve never done it, or anything close. but I’ll buy a Famous Grouse for anyone I meet that has.
Standing offer.
Same. But I might shake down some H-2 guy to get the money to do it…
P.S. Didn’t Paula Coughlin fly helos?
H-2 guys have money?
When I knew Paula Coughlin she was the 1100 BOQ officer at Whiting Field. If she later flew Helos that happened on someone else’s watch.
And ouch.
She flew MH-53’s. I rented a house from a guy who was XO of the HM RAG and he had some stories to tell, when the whole thing was unfolding. Suffice it to say-he was not a fan.
You renting from Fred?
I know she flew -53’s. Picture this: 1993ish, morning after Hawkeye ball. RAG LSOs (Vinnie, Malf, Nose, Riddler, Bolter) go to base ops to get on COD. VRC-40 doesn’t have any up CODs (imagine that!) so base ops says we will VOD.
53 shows up, we are waiting in line to get on board on the right side of the helo. Vinnie turns to me and yells over the engines, “Look, the pilot’s a chick.” I look at her. She turns her head away and I see her name on the back of her helmet.
Post Ball hangover + VOD + HER =Worst trip to ship ever.
His name was Barry as I recall. He had transferred up to DC and did not want to sell his house-my ex and I were frustrated because we did not like all the zero lot line rentals we were being shown. We stumbled on his ad in one of the papers and when we saw the Steelers bumper sticker on his car-I knew we had found a house.
Malf told me about that flight to the ship. I ran into him somehwere-probably in the hallowed halls of SP-64.