George Neumayr hit another home run today with this elucidating report at the American Spectator, smacking down both John Brennan and (Dirty) Harry Reid.
Here's a sample, but read the whole thing:
He turned to the dirtiest of senators to smear Trump before election day.
CIA interference in elections used to be a major no-no in the liberal catechism. At Jesuit Fordham University in the radical 1970s, a young John Brennan had devoured anti-American literature portraying the CIA as a wicked meddler in the political affairs of other countries. This radicalism had bred in Brennan, according to his own admission, a very dim view of America — an “unhappiness with the system,” he recalled once, that led him in 1980 to support Gus Hall, the presidential candidate for the Soviet-controlled American Communist Party.
At one of the most crucial moments in the Cold War, America’s future CIA director was rooting for the Reds. It sounds like an Onion parody, but it isn’t. It is the story of America’s decline, marked by a generation of radicals who rose to the top of agencies and institutions they once tried to destroy. The irony is no doubt lost on Brennan, who went from condemning CIA election interference abroad to spearheading it at home.
Contrary to the spinning in recent days by apologists for the Obama administration’s spying on the Trump campaign, Brennan, among others, did make partisan use of this surveillance before election day. The testimony of Harry Reid, the former Nevada senator notorious for his low blows, is decisive here. Reid has bluntly told reporters that Brennan sought him out as the conduit for a crippling leak against Trump during the campaign: “Why do you think he called me?”
As is my wont, something lovely and non-political to wrap up my blogging day.
Earlier this week I told the silly story of how I became a fan of Poncho Sanchez, conguero extraordinaire. Like any good fan I read up on his career and influences, and discovered than he'd studied his craft at the feet -- well, at the hands, I guess -- of conguero elder statesman Cal Tjader.
A quick study of Tjader revealed that, shortly before his untimely death in 1982, he'd recorded an album with none other than Carmen McRae -- who happens to be my favorite female jazz vocalist.
You have never seen a human being hit Amazon's One Click order button so fast.
The album is called "Heat Wave," and it features a collection of English and Latin songs, both jazz and popular. Apparently the recording session was a bit of a mess. Wikipedia says that "McRae and Tjader did not get on well during the recording, and Tjader later overdubbed his parts without McRae present." Nevertheless, the whole thing has the light, loose feeling of a little jazz show on a quiet Caribbean beach.
So today we have McRae and Tjader performing not-quite-together on Clarence Frogman Henry's 1967 song, "Evil Ways," made famous two years later by Carlos Santana.
And somehow made indelible by McRae and Tjader, despite serious personal differences.
Hope you enjoy -- and I'll see you bright and early tomorrow AM.
Thus ends a contentious and embarrassing weeks-long struggle to elect a new Ohio House speaker after the resignation of Rep. Cliff Rosenberger, who is being investigated by the FBI on corruption charges. The protracted impasse arose because Ryan Smith, who was elected speaker today, has close ties with Rosenberger, sharing a luxury condo (which may have been paid for by a GOP mega-donor) with the former speaker. Smith's opponents argued that he may also be brought up on corruption charges and many refused to vote for him, hoping to avoid further scandal in the House, which has been the subject of almost non-stop scandals over the past year.
Expect more of the same under the leadership of the new speaker. These folks in the so-called Ohio mafia in Columbus protect their own.
In addition, conservatives who refused to vote for Smith will be treated as known enemies -- which means there's little hope the real conservatives in Columbus will have the opportunity to advance a conservative agenda in the coming months.
Big points for creativity, but I'm not (yet) sold on this one:
Hopheads, a tapas bar near the wealthy city state’s busy shopping district, will offer the “Bromance”, made with beer, tequila, diet Coke and soju, the distilled rice liquor many Koreans consider their national drink.
“We have decided to use diet Coke as it is Trump’s favorite beverage,” manager Carlo Ibanez told Reuters, adding that a sticker of Trump and Kim puckering up would accompany the drink.
The drink mixes 150 ml of Asahi black beer with 60 ml of diet Coke, 20 ml tequila and 30 ml white grape soju.
It takes two to make a bromance, so the cocktail will only be served in pairs, at S$19.90 ($14.89) for both, although Kim is unlikely to share a toast with Trump, who does not drink alcohol.
“Customers will also be awarded a world peace sticker after drinking the cocktail,” Ibanez said. “We all hope something good would come out of this summit.”
And to lend some historical perspective to the upcoming summit, I've just devised a new cocktail of my own.
I call it the Pusan Perimeter.
It's a simple drink, made by shaking soju and canteen water roughly over rocks, then pouring into a tin cup rimmed with barbed wire.
Come on over and I'll make you one for free.
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