Imagine if every journalist treated every politician like Tucker treated that unfortunate Republican governor today. Instead of crawling on their stomachs and prostrating themselves in worship of politicians, imagine if journalists could hold them to the wall and pummel the daylight out of them. Every day. Just because it’s their job.
Instead, the journalists we’ve got act like the governor of Arkansas personally applied to them the chemical castration procedure he so lovs.
Tucker Carlson had on his show tonight the Republican governor of Arkansas who, in the name of “limited government” vetoed the bill prohibiting chemical castration of children. Tucker castrated him right on the show. The governor crawled away, holding his bleeding genitals in his teeth.
Here’s a question. Is there a liberal journalist who can do that to a Democratic governor? And I don’t mean in 1962. I mean today. Anybody?
I’m trying to hire an Arabic instructor who’s a Bedouin in Israel.
I love my job.
Also from Klara:
“Every family needs a tall person, like my Daddy. And a medium person like Mommy. Also, it’s important to have a shorty, like me. Everybody is useful. Except teenagers because all they ever do is sulk. I don’t know why people even have them.”
Klara told kids at school that she has a big brother who died.* Immediately, having a dead older sibling became an issue of great prestige. The other kids invented dead older siblings and endowed them with names and personalities. Conversations began to abound to the effect that “Ellie has two brothers but they are both alive” (delivered with withering contempt for the unfortunate Ellie.) I’m sure a few kids told off the parents at home for being remiss in providing a real dead sibling.
I have a feeling I’m not deeply popular with other parents right now.
* For new readers, she does.