Archive for March 11th, 2008
Tiptoing through Hillaryland
I caught the report of Barack Obama’s response to the ludicrous play by the Clintons (for it is now clear that there are most certainly two of them in this nomination race) that Obama should join the Clinton ticket as the junior partner. Whether it is Hillaryland or Wonderland, who knows. Obama’s point, that he is currently ahead on delegates, was well made, but the race for the nomination is getting nastier by the day. James Forsyth in Coffee House just one of many posts on this today. Even better, Mary Fitzgerald in First Drafts yesterday
Andrew Sullivan’s lead piece in the Sunday Times yesterday — “The Clintons, a horror film that never ends” —picked up on an idea that has gained swift currency in the past week: that Hillary Clinton is not just cold, calculating and impersonal, but she is in fact a creature of the Undead.
Amen to that.
Come in number 9, your time is up
There is a delightful irony in the fall from grace of the mythic Eliot Spitzer. As James Forsyth noted this afternoon in his Coffee House post , Spitzer’s done,
The problem for Spitzer is not just that he has been caught in a sex scandal but that he has based his political career on his own integrity; without it, he is nothing.
It has the makings of Greek tragedy, or possibly high farce. And in case you missed it, here is the New York Observer:
On the afternoon of March 10, 2008, The New York Times published a story positing a link between New York governor Eliot Spitzer and an ongoing investigation of a prostitution ring.
It was later confirmed that affidavits referring to one of the prostitute’s clients, Client No. 9, were referring to the Governor.
Within a couple of hours, Gov. Spitzer appeared with his wife, Silda Wall Spitzer, at his Manhattan offices and, without specifying what he’d done wrong, admitted that he had been very, very bad and needed to regain the trust of his family. Reporters expected him to resign during his speech, but he didn’t.
It just brought that nursery rhyme to mind: “And when he was good, he was very, very good, but when he was bad, he was horrid”.
A modern man
Leaving aside whether or not A levels (or more correctly A2s) are getting easier, the youngest (a boy) is now only concerned that this summer he beats his four sisters. It is a percentage game. I have pointed out to him that even if he gets better grades, this will not make him the most intelligent of the five. His answer was that I lacked male solidarity!
