I’m starting to feel convinced that she isn’t taking this seriously enough; how else could such blatant unpreparedness be explained? I’d like to give her more credit than she’s earning for herself in these interviews, but it’s really, really tough.
I love it when she just throws up jazz hands and blurts out “sources” as if it’s a micro-talking point. She might as well be making air quotes with her hands.
In 40 days, this lady may become the second most powerful person in the world. If this does not disturb you, I ask you seriously: What is wrong with you?
UPDATE: Jack Cafferty agrees almost verbatim.
A few months ago, I wrote about how my college fraternity’s house is in the process of being torn down and rebuilt. An old brother of mine posted some more photos of the process for your viewing pleasure.
I don’t know—it pretty much looks the same to me. Tough to tell whether they’ve actually started the demolition…
Wow. I think I’m really falling out of love with this country. Note that when there were actual questions in there, along the lines of, “You know, First Dude, you might have to move to Warshington for a while…”, or, “Have you ever been to Warshington?”, his deepest responses included, “Yes,” and “Mmhmm.” White House material.
Greta Van Susteren literally does not merit holding a job with any news reporting agency, Fox or otherwise.
From the NYT:
Past Month
Past Year
Note the strong upward trend, the general incline of the lines, the positive correlation between time and value, etc. Boy, I’m optimistic!
Jesus, this is hard to watch. Abusing a pig wearing lipstick—it’s still pig abuse. Makes me want to go home and cuddle Charles all day. I’ve never really understood the basis for vegetarianism outside of nutritional reasons, but this definitely gives me some pause.
I kid you not: This is one of the most awkward conversations I’ve ever watched. The only word that comes to mind is WEIRDO.
Maybe it’s just me, but I love zany things like this.
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I’m sure everyone’s gone through the elementary school exercise designed to teach the importance of reading and following instructions properly, first requiring that, for example, a triangle be drawn in the upper right corner of the page, and then that a large rectangle be drawn around the entire contents of the list of taks, and then that a self-portrait be drawn on the back side of the sheet, and then that the name of the favorite family pet be written in bold lettering on the bottom beneath the text, and finally providing a reminder to read the instructions carefully, which are inevitably ignored by most in the class before feverishly beginning these tasks but actually read that they should only be completed by students with pink hair, and that otherwise the names of students with non-pink hair can simply be written at the top and the sheet turned in after that.
Some would sit calmly, reading, and write for a brief time before folding their arms and going back to twiddling their thumbs and/or finishing up that magnum opus of a love letter. Some would anxiously get started, eventually flipping their sheet of paper over to complete the portrait in a detailed fashion but not too detailed because that might prevent them from being the first to finish, but then seconds later frenetically erasing the mounds of graphite they had just laid down on the page in an effort to comply with the rules of the game, taking special care to get up all of the bolded letters included in their pets’ names but often erasing with such vigor that many sheets were turned in with holes rubbed through them.
It reminds me of auditions in college. We grew up a little, but not much. The a cappella groups at my school all had, before getting the chance to showing off their chops, short ice-breaker sheets for auditionees to fill out, most of which were simple ways for one to introduce oneself, such as where one was from and what one was majoring in and what sorts of musical influences one considered to be important factors behind their own interests.
One, though, when I was auditioning, asked me what I thought the dirtiest word was that wasn’t actually a dirty word. And I appreciated that. Another (the one from the group I eventually was accepted into) asked something along the lines of which superhero I’d most like to be and made some vague threats of punching me in the solar plexus if I didn’t comply with some of their guidelines.
When I eventually made it to the other side of the questioning, I had to spice it up a bit. Mostly because we wanted to see whether these people had any personality to them, but also because I was genuinely curious, I decided to throw in questions like, Are you a doctor?, and Are you a flight attendant?, and AD-dress or ad-DRESS?, and Best name for diarrhea (circle only one): #3 | #1.5 | Diarrhea | Poop+Pee | [Sick, I'm not answering this.], and, for the question pertaining to vocal percussion, Please rate your vocal percussion abilities on a scale from 1 to 10, with 10=I am a drum. (One of the best answers we received was in response to the former and said, “Yes, I am a doctor…a doctor of love. All I need is a patient.” But then his audition was terrible.)
Silliness. Still, I believe that these sorts of questions can tell you a lot about a person in a very short amount of time and can lighten the mood a bit where it would otherwise have been largely stress-filled for those auditioning. Humor is a great defense mechanism, and allowing people under the spotlight to let loose can really make their personality come alive in the absence of the constraints of a formal interview setting.
Vice President Dick Cheney, native of the least populous state in the Union, avers that Sarah Palin, the vice-presidential nominee and native of second-least populous state, is ready enough for such a position, adding, “She’s led the metropolis of Wasilla with aplomb—that place is, like, almost as big as Cody! If nothing else, she’s a crack shot,” and stressing the importance of this qualification for the vice presidency.
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I get the feeling that people around the world are looking at this election as a gauge to see if America is finally ready to wake up and realize that we are not the only country on this planet. They are waiting to see if we are going to put yet another fundamentalist loon in charge of public and foreign policy, someone who doesn’t think that global warming is in any way caused by humans, so screw the rest of you who live here on this planet, we need that cup of oil with breakfast in the morning.
NAILED IT. I, too, am looking at this election much in the same way, to the extent that I am seriously considering moving to Scotland or Switzerland or Australia or as far away as possible if my worst fears are confirmed actual observations continue.
[via Giz]
