Dick Gets Off A Good One
Nixon post-presidential kitten with a whip Monica Crowley is cracking wise, favoring America with her lighter side. Crowley normally spews forth venomous chatter for the thoughtful conservatives of Fox News, but apparently views her Twitter feed as a fount of humor.
Crowley’s comic career began with Richard Nixon’s political death, as he used his New Jersey exile to emit an endless series of ponderous tomes.
While decent people looked away, hoping Nixon would slink into the shadows from which he came, Crowley saw opportunity. She wormed her way into the great man’s shrunken entourage, assisting on several of his awful books. Some saw her comic potential early.
That, the involuntary kindness of strangers, “striking” blond hair, and she was on her way.
Crowley’s latest cutups concern Rush Limbaugh muse Sandra Fluke. Fluke’s engagement has gotten some notice, and Crowley did not disappoint:
apparently failed to see Mo-Cro’s sly wit, requiring her to lament the Professional Left’s tone deafness:
Castles In Dispair
The Times’ “Home” section usually sticks to house porn of the bold and the beautiful. The trouble comes when they wander into check-able facts.
The paper’s housing survey of America’s junior executives, the governors, revealed the shocking truth that many of them do not care for the Victorian glam of their official residences. I can’t speak to other cases, but almost everything in The Times’ two paragraphs on the Reagan’s Sacramento mansion debacle is wrong.
The article says
“Jerry Brown, who was criticized for not moving into state digs during his first stint as governor of California in the 1970s, turned out to be ahead of his time. When he returned to the post decades later, the mansion was gone — sold off to save money. (Mr. Brown now rents a 1,450-square-foot apartment in Sacramento.)”
As more “newsy” New York Times sections have reported in the past, the Reagans started this cavalcade shortly after taking office, refusing to live in the 19th Century splendor of California’s Governor’s Mansion and hurling California governors into decades of homelessness rootlessness.
Ronnie and Nancy lived in a rental
, paid for by caring millionaire friends. And were criticized for it. Reagan pals also paid for a cheesy new suburban mansion with the muy, muy authentico name “Casa de los Gobernadores,” tragically incomplete when the Reagans left town. The new house never passed into state ownership, and Brown’s renting generated him largely positive press, much of it focused on an allegedly floor-based mattress.
Brown’s successor lived in another rental gifted by thoughtful moguls, as did his successors. When Arnold Shwarzenegger came to town the owner of the Reaganesque mansion made a failed push to sell it to the state, recalled in this intermittently working slide tour.
And now Jerry’s back, in a “loft” again granted by providential millionaires.
White House Wannabe
Proven comic resource Glenn Beck has returned to the headlines, through the unusual path of set decoration.
Becky has launched a new series of stirring web-cast addresses, taped in a make-beleave Oval Office.
He has a history of borrowed gravitas attempts in the past, including his MLK Makeover at the Lincoln Memorial, and a previous Oval-ation when he was still on cable.
Glenn’s fantasy White House is sort of a mash-up, with blue screens to add “punch” to his bold observations. When words fail to portray the hell-scape President Obama is leading us to, the pictures can take over.
Beck’s pretend POTUS platform is a return to yesteryear in many ways, with the Bush era Churchill bust returned to its place of glory, and the God-awful Bush Presidential Seal rug back in action. Glenn apparently missed the Obama rug swap, with the attending “controversy.”