The clip was directed by Christian Breslauer and shot by Janusz Kamiński.
I’ll say one thing: Sarah Palin’s no Dan Quayle.
Gustav’s threat seemingly over, day two of the RNC was a return to semi normalcy.
Recently, a fairly innocuous comment posted to my scathing review of Traitor at The House Next Door made my blood boil.
If an opening gavel falls in the forest and no one hears it, will it provide a post-convention bounce?
Call me Ishmael.
With her staunch opposition to Roe vs. Wade, Palin will certainly help turn out the Christian right on Election Day.
There was speculation about how much Clinton would go after her “friend” John McCain.
As I dig into these notes, I feel it’s important to say I’m an outsider, politically.
For days, even weeks, I’ve been feeling small pangs of sadness every time I hear Palin answer a question.
In a rational world, McCain’s bid for the White House would have come crashing down this week like the housing market.
Yesterday, John McCain called Barack Obama an uppity Negro. Okay, not really, but pretty close.
Are there any human truths to be gained from watching this sordid roundelay play out to its bitter end?
McCain’s campaign strategy seems to be to throw as much shit against the wall as possible until something sticks.
It seems it’s to Nany Pelosi’s advantage to keep the swamp at least knee-deep.
The biggest problem with McCain’s latest attacks against Obama is their inherent hypocrisy.
Perhaps the weather of concern is a different hurricane: Katrina.
When you play with words, the words usually win.
The new cover is a knottier enterprise, much like the We Are All Hussein movement: it’s a satire of a misconception.
Last weekend I was out at the club and men were hitting on me more than usual.
Back in the ’80s, saving the world seemed so easy.