Righties have seized upon yesterday’s theatrics by Mrs. Sam the Sham as one more opportunity to enjoy self-righteous outrage over the perfidity of Democrats.
Remember, these tender hearts belong to the same folks who assure us that waterboarding isn’t so bad.
I only saw game highlights, but by some accounts Mrs. Sham was made to burst into tears by Republican Senator Lindsey Graham, not by the Dems. And by other accounts it was all fake, anyway.
Mrs. Strip Search Sammy sure had herself a Kodak moment today, didn’t she? Goober Graham left off his corn-pone homilies and played the hick card just long enough to set her up by using the B word –Â– the word they’re all terrified of, the word they wanted to use before the Democrats did — BIGOT BIGOT BIGOT BIGOT BIGOT BIGOT — that sent the low-rent Sarah Bernhardt shrieking for the cheap seats.
I’ve worked in the biz long enough to know a poorly executed little melodrama when I see it and that was the worst, the most shameless, most obvious. It’s the role you give a really bad actress, one that can’t even be counted upon to cry with conviction. The mad dash will obscure the crocodile tears and ensure that all the cameras follow, and any attempt at intelligent discussion of quite serious and weighty matters will undoubtedly get trumped by a moment of quick burlesque ripe for the evening news. A slavish press will need no coaching to play along.
Steve M. observes, “After telling us for months and months that al-Qaeda captives regularly claim torture when it hasn’t taken place, right-wingers have apparently decided to try this technique themselves.” Droll.
The rightie reaction reminds me of children made to attend a solemn, grown-up event. They were dozing off until somebody tripped over the microphone, or spilled his water, or picked his nose.
And if it wasn’t faked, Judge Sham might want to consider whether his fragile little frau can handle being the wife of a Supreme.