Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Get in the boat, James Wolcott

I resisted Mr. Wolcott's blog for a long time. I figured I didn't have time for no frou frou, fancy-pants Van-i-tee Fair celeb-ri-tee blogger, no sir.

But I broke down and read it today and regretted that I'd delayed so long. He's brilliant. I defy you to read the last sentence of this rant without spitting coffee on your computer monitor:

Watching Cheney in inaction, a snapshot phrase popped into my head: "broken-down sidekick."

That's what our vice president is, a broken-down sidekick ready for a lawn sale.

Plopped there on the stage surrounded by loyalty-oathed Republicans--wife Lynne, the honorary den mother of The 'L' Word at his side--Cheney reminded me of Ed McMahon. Not the McMahon of the brassy, highflying Tonight Show years (though George Bush's mannerisms are clearly modeled on Johnny Carson's), but the Ed of the Jerry Lewis telethons and Larry King appearances. A slow-molasses Ed, consumed with bitterness against foes real and imagined, getting through each day on nothing but spite and chocolate eclairs stuffed in his mouth by his evil spouse.


Tracy Morgan voice\\Hilarious!//Tracy Morgan voice

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