It's the Pope on the cover. Whaddya know, three white dudes on the cover in a row — Jesus, Jack "Straight From the Gut" Welch and Karol Wojtyla, whose last name really demands a pronunciation key.
So right off the bat Mary Matalin irritates me. NW, ever the astute questioner, needles her with this zinger: "Would you publish a book critical of the administration?"
How does Matalin respond?
"I'm a conservative first." Oh, so that means yes in my book.
"Paul O'Neill — God love him — he just didn't get it. Some of the stuff in that book did not happen. ... I think he made stuff up." And so on. Yes, NW publishes her spew.
I have no idea what keeps Matalin and hubby James Carville together. I think delusion plays a part in it. Also they are fairly similar, except for being at opposite ends of the political spectrum. I wonder what their married life is like? How do they argue about the toilet seat, or the last dregs of orange juice?
Mark Whittaker didn't irk me today so much as bored me with a paean to the Pope. Like there isn't more of that inside.
Periscope is boring. Like no one can believe that punks don't like military recruitment. I guess after Joey Ramone there is something of a need to reaffirm good old anarchist punk values.
The simple-minded Christians of the world turned out to praise NW for its "scholarship" on how Jesus became the Christ. The article was trite and silly. It was a ploy for money. I'm sure Jesus is really happy about circulation jumps when he is on the cover.
Embarrassing self-discovery of this issue: Pope as a young man — kinda hot!
Tragic last sentences:
"Purcell will have to work fast to remain head of this household."
"For financial firms, arm's length deals just got shorter."
"Then they sang the Magnificat, the words Mary said after Gabriel told her she was to bear the Christ child: 'My soul doth magnify the Lord, and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Savior' — a fitting benediction for a pope whose spirit so long rejoiced in prayer and expectation."
"Even a remarkable papacy like his is inevitably incomplete; for believers, after all, perfection is attainable obly with God, not among men."
"'The greatest show on earth' might just want to slow things down a little."
"And the battles he prepared us for certainly do not end with him."
"He is now where he always wanted to be."
(I know, there are a lot of sidebars about the Pope)
"At present, the Qaeda leader seems to be doing just fine where he is."
"If the high-tech economy once again goes from hot to overheated, let's hope that this time cooler heads prevail."
"But no matter how outrageous his quips may be, they won't be half as entertaining as Google's larger quest to remake search — and business — by its own rules."
"Didn't you promise yourself that, if the bubble came back, *this* time you'd remember to sell at the top?"
"Just like all those prices."
And there you go, NW is blogged. It was not really worthy this week; it was kind of boring and bland. But that's what a major world figure's death will do.
Again, young Wojtyla — kinda hot. I know.
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