It's really too bad that Obama saying that his son would look like Trayvon is some sort of political liability. This is one of those times that politics forces people to literally pretend to be stupid.
Rest up for the fourteen hours of Oscar coverage you will probably endure as you count down the inevitable crowning of The Artist as Best Picture. I think that's what's happening, right? Or is there still time for Harvey Weinstein's Super PAC to run attack ads against it?
Today, the star of the show is... uhm... Jack Lew. Yeah! (Who is Jack Lew, again?) Oh, right, He's the White House Chief of Staff, and, I'm guessing, Tiger Beat cover model. Plus there will be some Rick Santorum, and, for some reason, Sarah Palin.
today Meet The Press is going to have a "Mitt Romney vs. Newt Gingrich debate" in which John McCain debates Fred Thompson. Also we'll have David Axelrod. Hmmm. Wonder if he'll have something to say about the election?
These debates are not at all becoming a pointless blur. "So, let me get that straight, tax cuts for some, tiny American flags for the rest? Okay, have we gotten to the point where everyone tells Ron Paul he's dangerous?"
I'm back after two weeks of treating myself to not having to watch these shows by using Christmas as a convenient escape hatch. Why can't Christmas always be on a Sunday? How were these shows on Christmas morning? Were they terrible?
While today the Marine Corps Marathon runners are running by my window in the morning sun, we've actually had some strange weather lately and I have ended up under it. So bear with me today! This could be rough.
Hello, hooray, good morning, and welcome to the October 23rd edition of whatever this is! My name is Jason, and I make this quickly typed log of snap judgments about Sunday morning political blah-blah on only a few hours of sleep and barely adequately caffeinated.
I scanned the room quickly to get a sense of who was there. Immediately, I noticed Christiane Amanpour talking quietly with Charles Osgood. I walked over and began listening as Christine told Charles of their first meeting.
My name is Jason and things look to be shinier than ever now that Rick Perry's jumped into the race, splashed around a little bit, threatened Ben Bernanke with corporal harm, and got everyone watching from the side of the pool to wonder, "Are you sure Paul Ryan won't run?"