(via Paul Constant at the Stranger)
Yes, Rand Paul is a whiny little turd, he’s blatantly setting up for his presidential run in 2016, and he’s been informed by smarter people that if Hillary runs in 2016 he’ll get as much attention from the media as the evening’s “confused old person/drunk puts car thru storefront window” teaser. And his fellow
jerkwads Republican interrogators are no better.
But what really struck me, watching these dipsticks in action, is that they’re not paying as much attention to Madame Clinton — or even to the cameras — as they are to their fellow Republicans.
For my sins in some previous life, I grew up with a brother eighteen months younger than I, and another one fourteen months younger than him. And today’s Earnest Ben-Ghazi Inquisition strongly recalled memories of those brothers and their idiot friends, any time between the ages of approximately eight and thirteen, boldly announcing to each other that they were proud, manly individuals who would have no truck with guuurls and their girl-cooties. The intensity & fervour of these proclamations, IIRC, peaked around the seventh grade, as the more physically mature members of the tribe… well, they no longer hung around trying to pester their friends’ older sister, so I assume they must’ve found something else to do with their time. (Which, in those pre-internet days, involved shoplifting copies of Playboy from the corner cigar store, or sneaking the deck of ‘special postcards’ in the back of their dad’s closet.)
I don’t think today’s Congressional fustercluck was intended to “get” (annoy) Hillary Clinton as much as it was intended for the committee members to shore up their own wounded Republican vanities. And I can only hope that while the little boys were flexing their pale pipestem neointerventionist biceps for each other, the more mature Repubs were quietly sneaking peaks at Nate Silver and other reality-porn pushers…
Apart from the Capital Hill circus clowns, what’s on the agenda for the evening?