Son of Timatollah

The USA's pre-9/11 lack of response to radical Islam? Pretty much all Cap Weinberger's fault. So sez Bob McFarlane in this op-ed in today's New York Times.

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Mrs. Clinton makes it official. She's staying in with the expectation that someone will kill Obama. From the New York Post, here:

"We all remember Bobby Kennedy was assassinated in June in California. I don't understand it," she said, dismissing calls to drop out.

I hate to admit it that I thought it, but this is what came to me one day earlier this week as reason for her staying in: Waiting for someone to shoot Obama.

Questions remain: Are the Clinton's are sufficiently evil enough to get someone to do it or sufficiently competent to get away with it?

This might be the foot-in-mouth to nail-in-coffin moment for the Hillary campaign.

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My dad bought my mom one of these to replace the lemon Buick station wagon he had replaced her Chrysler New Yorker wagon with. Her Fleetwood Brougham was white, with a black vinyl roof (that once ripped off coming down Monteagle Mountain on I-24).

I recall my brother and me riding up to Nashville with my dad to pick it up. On the day after Bobby Kennedy got shot. Our maid Jennie—a wonderful woman who I learned much from, but who would've been dismissed at that time as my mom's colored girl, as they would say back then, and nothing more—came into my room that morning and told me, "Well, they shot our man."



I always—always—hated that car.

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