Technically, calling someone a slutbag is a form of communication, but maybe not a good one.
Still, Morgan is right about one thing: front page glamour shots are totally out of line for a member of the Weiner campaign. The only Weiner-sanctioned photo medium is the grainy cell phone pic, obviously.
Not only has San Diego Mayor Bob Filner (D-Creepytown) admitted to harassing his female staffers, he’s now asking the City Council (read: taxpayers) to pick up the tab for his legal defense against the sexual harassment suits filed against him.
But how did California voters come to trust this guy in the first place? Maybe it was his charming smile.
Sure, his hands say, “I’m a grope-y perv whom you can’t possibly trust,” but his face says… uh… okay, his face says the same thing. Maybe it wasn’t the smile.
Photo via @michaelhayes
LBJ Signs the Medicare Bill
On July 30, 1965, President Lyndon B. Johnson signed Medicare into law. The event took place at the Harry S. Truman Presidential Library and LBJ told the nation that Medicare “all started with the man from Independence.
Happy birthday, Medicare (and Medicaid)! It’s about time for you to buy a fancy sports car and head to couples therapy!
So, it’s complicated?
Evidence that the free market can fail: A six-foot tall Rick Perry flower planter is STILL available on eBay for the bargain price of $4,500.
C’mon, people, this is the deal of the century! Per Texas law, you can dump anything you want atop Planter Perry’s head without those meddlesome enviro-crats from the EPA getting in the way, and if you can’t be bothered to water it, no problem. Just pray for rain.
Now the Pope is never gonna win a GOP primary.
Pictured: historic summit between a Google Glass-wearing Newt Gingrich and Sen. Mitch McConnell (R-KY).
Photos via Bill Clark/CQ Roll Call/Getty Images and @newtgingrich
The moment that media frenzy around Anthony Weiner jumped the shark didn’t occur when Weiner first crotch-shot his way to a congressional resignation.
And it didn’t happen when Weiner joined the mayoral race and rose in the polls.
And it wasn’t when Weiner admitted to sexting “maybe 3” ladies even after he resigned from Congress.
No. Mark it down, the moment Weiner-related journalism took a cyanide pill, shot itself in the face and forever beclowned itself was when a NY Post reporter(allegedly) dressed up like Zorro and demanded of Weiner, in a fake Spanish accent, “I am Carlos. Why’d you steal my name?”
This happened, people. It happened and it can’t unhappen.
Photo by @pearlgabel
”We are failing the propaganda battle with minorities. Terms like, ‘GOP,’ ‘Tea Party,’ ‘Conservative’ communicate ‘racism.’” The Groundswellers proposed an alternative: “Fredrick Douglas Republican,” a phrase, the memo noted, that “changes minds.” (His name is actually spelled “Frederick Douglass.”)
Maybe the appeal to minorities was a feint, and they were trying to convince people who hate spelling.
Playing “I’m thinking of a number one through ten” with Weiner must be infuriating.