I like how Mitt and Ann Romney are described as "speaking out." Remember when we used to reserve the term "speaking out" for people bravely blowing the whistle on someone powerful or raising their voice in pursuit of some sort of justice, and not "rich dude who got booked on a blather show?"
There are apparently going to be multiple roundtable blather-cons today, beginning with the opening act: Representative Mike Rogers (R-Mich.), Representative Eliot Engel (D-N.Y.) (also possessor of Congress' fiercest mustache), George Will, and Christiane Amanpour.
Maybe there will be a lot of clear-eyed thinking today on these Sunday shows -- and I see that Meet The Press has booked John McCain so never mind, sorry, business as usual.
Chris Wallace is going to be talking about the Pentagon dropping the ban on women in combat (as a formal distinction) with retired Air Force colonel Martha McSally and retired Army Lieutenant General Jerry Boykin. Then Senators Dick Durbin and Bob Corker will yell at each other. Then there will be a panel. Then the earth keeps turning.
If you are planning to come to Inauguration tomorrow, I'll warn you in advance that it definitely falls under the category of a supposedly fun thing that you'll never do again, like going to Times Square on New Year's Eve (never, ever, EVER do this) or visiting your old high school math teacher (ugh, so disappointing).
Today's offerings feel more like a grab-bag of topics, which I guess is nice, because next Sunday will probably be some super ponderous morning of thumbsucking over Inauguration Weekend and What It All Means. (What it means, for me, mainly, is that getting around Washington is going to be a Sartrean ordeal.)
Welcome to the Sunday where I try to get through the Sunday morning political chat shows with enough of my sanity and dignity left over to make it to a bar to watch the football game this evening.
The elephant in the room today is this terrible tragedy that occurred in Newtown, Connecticut, which may be the saddest thing I've seen in the news since I started writing here in 2007.
So, what's brewing up on Fox News Sunday? Fiscal cliff bullroar and Syrian chemical weapons, a classic combination. Here today to jabber about this stuff until they are blue in the face are Chuck Schumer and Bob Corker, plus Ambassador Michael Oren, and also a panel.
It looks very much like now until the end of the year we will be spending our Sundays watching various people act all panicky over the Fiscal Glyph that is dominating the news.
Good morning all, and welcome to your quickly-typed, intermittently interesting liveblog of the Sunday Morning political hotsy-totsy talky shows. My n...
Congratulations-slash-condolences to President Barack Obama, who is probably sorry/grateful for another term in the White House and regretful/happy to have put another campaign season behind him. Everything is different, and nothing has changed.
You might expect that here on the Sunday before the election, these shows are going to pull out the stops, ask tough questions, and get into the nitty-gritty of what's at stake on Tuesday. On the other hand: why start now?
There are now only two more Sunday mornings before the election, and things are getting awfully rote, now. Surrogates spin whatever is going on in whatever way they can to project a winning attitude.
Hello, hello again, to all of you joining me today in this long-running exercise in self-torture, your Sunday morning liveblog of the political twit-talking and panel jamborees that appear on your teevees. My name is Jason, and we are but a fortnight and change from the election. You know, which one I am talking about right?
Today we'll begin with David Axelrod and Ed Gillespie dully going through the surrogacy motions. I appreciate the way Chris Wallace says "Axelrod and Gillespie!" as if that's something worth rejoicing. Whoa, guys, major gets, there. Can't wait to hear what they have to say, I'm sure it would be difficult for me to predict, just sitting here.
In short, it was a strange week, full of strange and unwanted metaphors. And the worst part of all is that once again I have failed to find the horcruxes of the Sunday Morning Television Shows and so I must once again watch them and recap them.
There are six weeks before the election, which is just about the most generic number of weeks that can possibly be before something. "Six weeks" is the number you tell people when you are pretty sure that something is going to happen in a little over a month, but aren't completely sure.