A Flea in the Fur of the Beast

“Death, fire, and burglary make all men equals.” —Dickens

W Is Basically Voltaire (If You’re Peggy Noonan)

by evanmcmurry

Next up in the We Heart W/Short Term Memory Loss Tour 2013, and giving Jennifer Rubin a run for her money, is ye olde Peggy Noonan:

In all his recent interviews Mr. Bush has been modest, humorous, proud but unassuming, and essentially philosophical: History will decide. No finger-pointing or scoring points. If he feels rancor or resentment he didn’t show it. He didn’t attempt to manipulate. His sheer normality seemed like a relief, an echo of an older age.

[…] One thing Mr. Bush didn’t think he was was superior. He thought he was luckily born, quick but not deep, and he famously trusted his gut but also his heart. He always seemed moved and grateful to be in the White House. Someone who met with Mr. Obama during his first year in office, an old hand who’d worked with many presidents, came away worried and confounded. Mr. Obama, he said, was the only one who didn’t seem awed by his surroundings, or by the presidency itself.

Again, I could dine out on those paragraphs for weeks, but “quick but not deep” crosses the line. Voltaire’s, specifically, as it was his line to begin with: “I am like a mountain stream: I run fast and bright but not very deep.” Such a pithy diagnosis was gifted to the likes of Noonan because Voltaire had the self-awareness to make it. How was 43 on self awareness? Oh, that’s right.

Pierce with much, much more.

Republicans Eat The Lunches They Deserve

by evanmcmurry

In Dana Milbank’s piece detailing the inability of tea party congressmen to do anything to renovate their image, we find this nugget, literally:

House conservatives met Wednesday for the latest installment of their “Conversations with Conservatives” luncheon series, but they took their places on the dais without sampling the Chick-fil-A sandwiches and nuggets on offer.

Good Lord, still with the Chick-Fil-A! Guys, I hereby absolve you of holding up your end in this particular cultural tug-o-war. You have my permission to eat better, non-fried lunches, and nobody will accuse you of supporting sodomy. Jesus Christ.