Monthly Archives: March 2007

Frothy Mixture: The Movie

America’s worst ex-Senator, Rick Santorum, has announced this post-political career plans. He’s joining a Pittsburgh law firm, he may become an Inquirer op-ed columnist, and… he plans to make documentaries.
What will the first be about? It’s “the relationship between radical Islam and the ‘radical leftists in various countries around the world.'” Because as we all know, there’s nothing more liberal than radical Islam.
For those more inclined to take in Mideast analysis from someone who isn’t a complete lunatic, Michael Totten’s latest dispatch from Iraq has him meeting with some Iranian exiles in Kurdistan who are… unreconstructed Communists. So going by the Santorum thesis, they must be natural allies of the Islamist mullahs in Tehran, right? Uh, no, not so much. Here’s Michael:

Whatever they think of our politics, they know very well that we are not enemies. Their enemies rule in Tehran, as do ours. 3,000 members of the Komalah Party are martyrs, as Kamal had earlier put it, and not one of them was killed by an American.

Whoever ends up giving Santorum funding for his sub-Moore garbage film, their money would be much better spent on Michael Totten.

Quote of the Day

From a Philadelphia Inquirer column by Annette John-Hall:

“Sounds ridiculous, but Obama isn’t the only one being forced to validate his black card. Eagles quarterback McNabb, often criticized for not being street-tough enough, and mayoral candidate Michael Nutter, tagged as “Watermelon Man” by political wannabe T. Milton Street Sr., are vexed by the same image problem. That somehow acceptance by whites makes them suspect to blacks.”

Damn, I’d been planning to write a whole column on the many McNabb/Obama parallels. Maybe I still will.

Ah, Philly

A.J. Daulerio of Deadspin previews the Phillies season and brings back memories of Philly baseball of yore:

By the time the third inning rolled around, Vet Stadium’s upper deck levels had turned into a Larry Clark film: tin foil bowls being inconspicuously smoked, passed out girls getting felt up, lackluster fistfights, cascading vomit — just a glorious time.

When we talk about the magic of baseball in springtime, that’s exactly what I have in mind. See you at the ballpark!
UPDATE: Best line is in the comments:

“Dude, we’re up 13-2 in the 9th inning.”
“They scored two runs? BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

That must mean it’s time for an E-A-G-L-E-S chant.