Laughing Out Loud at Racist Idiots : Hate, Fire, Brimstone and Sulphur from Weekly Standard against Sonia Sotomayor - Ridiculous Hate, Envy, Jealousy
The Weekly Standard and its Current Devils in chief, editors are founder William Kristol and Fred Barnes
I laugh everyday at what Fred Barnes and Charles Krauthammer say in Fox News, I call them the Mummy and the Zombie, for their ridiculous Neoconservatism. They live in the House of Miss Havisham from the Novel "Great Expectations" of Charles Dickens. Mis Havisham is angry and frustated for having being left by her Bridegroom while she was in Wedding Dress. She became a Frustrated Spinster.
Those guys Krauthammer and Barnes were left in the Reagan Glorious Years of Conservatism. They are stale and have the lack freshness of the Wedding Cake of Miss Havisham that was still available when Pip went to play in the House of this Angry Frustated and very Mean lady.
And I am going to tell you a story of Hell ( The Weekly Standard )
The New York Times published a beautiful, nice story about Sotomayor being humble, kind, lacking arrogance, accessible, cordial, friendly, human, without arrogance or haughtiness with poor people. Out of the Court and the Bench she invites poor people to her home. It was deeply researched by non latino journalists.
To Get to Sotomayor’s Core, Start in New York
MICHAEL POWELL, SERGE F. KOVALESKI and RUSS BUETTNER
July 9, 2009
To Get to Sotomayor’s Core, Start in New York
And then a Lady of the Weekly Standard, Mary Katharine Ham on July 10, 2009, threw up venom and poison against Sotomayor and the Journalists of the New York Times :
The New York Times Profiles Sonia Sotomayor's 'Rich Experience' in at Least Two NYC Boroughs
I always laugh a lot when people write stupid things ... This lady is filled with Hate. Her review exudes and sweats with Envy and Jealousy :
Some excerpts :
In this profile, we find that Sonia is both everyman and Renaissance woman, who power-walks the Brooklyn Bridge and power-lunches in the village. Swoon. We are informed, in the first three paragraphs, that she throws Christmas parties "where judges and janitors spill into the hallway" and is "godmother to the children of lawyers and secretaries alike."
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Sotomayor, as we've been informed ad nauseam, has a compelling life story that started in a low-income, mostly single-parent Puerto Rican home in the Bronx. It is not at all surprising that she has connections with both the community she came from and the tony world to which she rose. One would hope that she treats those relationships with more authenticity than the reporter, who paints them into gauche, low-income caricatures on the progressive tableau of Sotomayor's life. (Oh, look dahling! She was kind enough to invite the janitors. How delightfully real and tolerant and New York of her.)
Sotomayor herself even becomes a caricature in the hands of the writer, so very anxious is he to inform you of both her superiority as a woman of color steeped in the grit and culture of the City of New York, and by extension (and perhaps more importantly), his liberal superiority in recognizing her as such.
Sotomayor didn't just advise clerks and invite them into her home, naturally attentive to those in whom she saw her own struggles. No, that would be so average (and is likely true of every Justice on the high court). Visiting Sonia Sotomayor is "akin to seeing a Puerto Rican tía, an aunt, replete with dishes of rice and chicken." Oh, the duality! I'm simultaneously aching at the profundity and totally impressed that he knows the word, "tia" (and how to make an accent mark on the keyboard).
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In this profile, we find that Sonia is both everyman and Renaissance woman, who power-walks the Brooklyn Bridge and power-lunches in the village. Swoon. We are informed, in the first three paragraphs, that she throws Christmas parties "where judges and janitors spill into the hallway" and is "godmother to the children of lawyers and secretaries alike."
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Sotomayor, as we've been informed ad nauseam, has a compelling life story that started in a low-income, mostly single-parent Puerto Rican home in the Bronx. It is not at all surprising that she has connections with both the community she came from and the tony world to which she rose. One would hope that she treats those relationships with more authenticity than the reporter, who paints them into gauche, low-income caricatures on the progressive tableau of Sotomayor's life. (Oh, look dahling! She was kind enough to invite the janitors. How delightfully real and tolerant and New York of her.)
Sotomayor herself even becomes a caricature in the hands of the writer, so very anxious is he to inform you of both her superiority as a woman of color steeped in the grit and culture of the City of New York, and by extension (and perhaps more importantly), his liberal superiority in recognizing her as such.
Sotomayor didn't just advise clerks and invite them into her home, naturally attentive to those in whom she saw her own struggles. No, that would be so average (and is likely true of every Justice on the high court). Visiting Sonia Sotomayor is "akin to seeing a Puerto Rican tía, an aunt, replete with dishes of rice and chicken." Oh, the duality! I'm simultaneously aching at the profundity and totally impressed that he knows the word, "tia" (and how to make an accent mark on the keyboard).
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