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Pajamas,keep up the good work. You are leaving a Pajamas footprint. May it continue to grow.

I will listen to the radio interview with Harry Stein later today. He is definitely a brilliant man. How can I tell? The man is outright hostile towards French culture! Stein almost hates the snail-eating French.

[...] what happens when a liberal’s cocoon is pierced? In the latest edition of PJM Political, I interview Harry Stein, the author of the newly released I Can’t Believe I’m Sitting [...]

It’s entirely appropriate that a white female (cringing in horror) “graces” the cover of “I Can’t Believe I’m Sitting Next to a Republican!”

My take on the phenomenon can be found in my latest essay: Liberal, White, Female (and Foolish), posted at http://emmeffemm.com/id164.html

“My take on the phenomenon can be found in my latest essay: Liberal, White, Female (and Foolish), posted at http://emmeffemm.com/id164.html”

That is a very good essay. White men are on the top of the politically correct hit list. White women, however, rank a close second. They should never forget how Hillary Clinton was treated when she competed against a man of color. She was throughly crapped on. Her past friends often became vicious enemies. The minorities of both genders will behave toward all caucasian females in a similar fashion—as soon as they can get away with it. Identity politics inevitably brings about racial and gender conflict. One simply cannot indulge in that much rage and bitterness without it damaging the wider society and themselves.

Why was Harry Stein accused of being a Republican due to his concern that Obama lacked experience? This is a valid point even for a convinced leftist. It transcends mere party affiliation. As far as I can tell, Obama is the most unprepared president in the nation’s history. The somewhat rude accuser could have instead logically asserted: I can’t believe I’m sitting next to somebody who finally asks this utterly reasonable question.

David,

“I can’t believe I’m sitting next to somebody who finally asks this utterly reasonable question.”

In Judith Warner’s infamous essay for the New York Times back in February in which she admitted to wanting have sex with the then-nascent POTOUS, she wrote:

“This is the first president I’ve known who looks, talks and acts like a peer,” is how one Washington man explained it to me. “Notwithstanding his somewhat exotic life story, I feel like I understand what he’s like and where he’s coming from. And despite his incredible achievements, he still seems like a lot of people I know. If you stopped the clock in 2004, in fact, or maybe a couple of years earlier, he’d feel roughly like a peer in terms of accomplishments, too.

Which means that if he had an (R) after his name instead of a (D) that Washington man would be calling him grossly unqualified for the White House, instead of admiring his rapid rise to power and vapid, chameleonic style, as I wrote back then when I linked to her essay.

For a reference point, in April of 2001, Time magazine had the chutzpah to dub then newly-elected President Bush “the least experienced presidential nominee of modern times”, despite being elected to two terms as governor of one of America’s largest states, whose father had spent 12 years in the White House as veep and then president.

To borrow from the title of another recent book, mentioning Obama’s lack of experience in 2008 was a surefire to blacklist yourself in certain circles. It’s a question that dare not be uttered in high society, lest risking apostasy.

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I ran a write-in senate campaign last year. Well, I did buy a new hat and give a few talks which led me to comment on this. I was talking to a group of people at my neighbor’s house, which had an Obama sign out front, and everybody agreed with my points until they asked me whether I was a Republican or Democrat. When I told them I had always been a Republican one of the enlightened told me that they’d never vote for somebody that wore a cowboy hat. Funny. I forgot to ask them what kind of clothes made the perfect candidate.