This is going to be an unusually dark column for me.
But before getting started, I want to say that I enjoyed CO’s post celebrating 8 years of this site, and I share in the memories and appreciation expressed in your comments. I can’t believe it’s been 8 years already; it’s been a source of great joy for me to read and write here, and I look forward to more of the same in the future.
That being said, today’s theme is a twist on one of this column’s repeated refrains: I think I might be coming to the point that I actually DO hate the mainstream media as much as I should!
I should warn you that my thoughts today are probably R-rated, which feels really weird, coming off reading all the kind words and happy thoughts in the reaction to CO’s piece. Anyway, reader discretion is advised…
If none of you know the name Nina Burleigh, I wouldn’t blame you. She’s a run-of-the-mill MSM journalist with all of the right credits: wrote for Time, Newsweek, the WaPo, Huff Po, has taught “journalism” at Columbia, etc. She even wrote a disparaging book about Trump’s treatment of women.
In other words, a leftist, gender-feminist hack in good standing.
After she covered the White House in the 1990s, she wrote an article in “Mirabella” – I don’t know either – in which she described being invited to play a card game with Bill Clinton on Air Force One. By the end of the game, it was clear that he’d been flirting with and ogling her, and her reaction was very revealing.
She wrote, “We all know when we’re being ogled. The weird thing was that I didn’t mind. There was a time when the hormones of indignant feminism raged in my veins. An open gaze like that, at least from a man of lesser stature, would have annoyed me. But that evening, I had the opposite reaction.”
I’m not making that up. This professional woman who considers herself a feminist confessed in a public forum that she got all tingly when a prominent man who was well known for treating women like dehumanized sexual humidors turned his creepy gaze her way. (I know: gross.)
She even revealed that she’s also a class-conscious snob, because if a man “of lesser stature” than a powerful leftist lech were to show any interest in her, she’d be outraged. So watch out, bartenders or truck drivers or electricians who might ever encounter naughty Nina: if you so much as look at her wrong, expect to be on the receiving end of one angry lecture about the patriarchy, which is worse than Nazism!
Do you think I’m being too harsh on Burleigh? Well consider that when Howard Kurtz interviewed her about that should-have-been-mortifying article, she gave him this infamous quote, which in a just world would be on her tombstone:
“I’d be happy to give [Clinton] a b*** j** just to thank him for keeping abortion legal.”
And I’m sure he’d be happy to take you up on that, Nina.
So you might be asking, “Martin, why are you bringing this offensive story up, on a classy site dedicated to optimism and good cheer?”
Because I am only human, and I’m afraid for my country, and I’ve now moved through disgust and straight into furious. I’ve always agreed that we don’t hate the media enough. But I’ve also thought that the absolute depth to which “journalists” could sink was Burleigh’s descent into voluntary prostitution for the sake of politics.
And that’s really an insult to hookers! Because I’ve been told that some of them have hearts of gold. And I know that most of them do what they do because they are in desperate straits. And they do it for money, which is at least an understandable motive!
Not like this rich, educated, powerful woman who would voluntarily debase herself, not for cash, but for the opportunity to abort more children!
Before this year, I would have told you that it would be impossible for journalists to sink any lower than nasty Nina. Many of us felt the same, believing that the MSM had long ago hit rock bottom.
And the MSM then said to us, “Hold our bottle of mouthwash, and watch this.”
And they spent four years pimping for Joe Biden. It was bad enough when he was just going arse-over-tea-kettle up staircases and falling over sandbags. But then he went full comatose, and they insisted that behind closed doors he was a Jeffersonian genius, subtle of mind and capacious in his understanding. They said that they couldn’t keep up with his vigorous workouts.
Then the debate happened, and we all saw the corpse behind the curtain. And we finally understand how Burleigh’s masochistic slavishness could get even worse: by adding necrophilia into the mix!
Ugh.
Okay, so the MSM’s lying for Biden surpassed the degradation of BJ Burleigh. But surely THAT would have to be the lowest they could go, right?
NOPE! They all turned on a dime, threw Biden under the bus, and without missing a beat, turned into slavish cunning linguists for Kamala.
They sang her praises, in terms just as unbelievable as they sang Biden’s four months ago. Some idiot even wrote a hagiographic article talking about how carefully she “curates her sentences.”
Curates! That’s what a museum staff does with a traveling exhibit of Renaissance art, or Roman statuary, or early Shakespeare folios!
And you know what you’d never see written on one of those folios? Gibberish about the significance of the passage of time, or the joys of Venn diagrams, or falling out of a coconut tree and landing on an electric schoolbus!
Sweet, merciful crap! These hacks are re-typed the Que Mala campaign’s talking points. She’s not a leftist; she was never the border czar; she loves fracking. She doesn’t cackle like a lunatic – that’s just “expressing joy.” Plus she just came up with this great new idea: no taxes on tips!
Her website has not a single policy position on it, and none of them bring that up. She doesn’t answer a single question or give any of the presstitues the time of day, and they kiss her feet. She says she MAY deign to schedule an interview a month from now, and they say, “thank you ma’am, may we have another?”
But they still have enough energy to also crawl across the floor to Tampon Tim Walz – the knee pads help – and give him a tongue bath, too. He’s not a far-left freak who can’t tell the difference between Stalin and Mr. Rogers – who’s to say where socialism stops and neighborliness begins? Not Mr. Midwest Football Coach Father Figure!
He didn’t shut down Minnesota for years over covid, and invite sexually confused kids to leave their parents and go to the Land of 1000 Castrations for their free, gender-affirming mutilations. And he certainly never let mostly peaceful leftist rioters burn Minneapolis for days before sending in a token force of National Guardsmen.
And speaking of the Guard, remember when A-wol Walz fast-roped into an LZ, his face painted, a combat knife clenched in his teeth and a belt-fed weapon in each brawny arm, as he mowed down Taliban jihadists… in Italy?
Which my handy atlas tells me is 2,985 miles from Kandahar?
I apologize to CO nation for the momentary blackness of my mood, but I really hate these people. And I’m heartsick that they appear to have a slight lead in this election. And if our really, literally evil media have their way, these two far-left liars will slither their way into the White House for four more years to do mortal damage to our country.
I’m sorry, people. It feels therapeutic to call these people out, but I know that it’s not good for me to be this simultaneously mad and heartsick.
So I’m going to try not to think about our corrupt and dangerous MSM this weekend. The wife and I are taking our youngest back down to college for her final undergrad semester today. When we get back we’re going to have a good meal, and then I’m going to spend my Saturday reading the newest Nick Petrie thriller novel.
At some point in the day I’m going to call up a Cheap Trick song on Youtube, and spend an hour or two letting the song choices that pop up take me down a rabbit hole of the pre-rap music of my youth. On Sunday I’ll spend a little time in church, read a little Scripture, and ask for forgiveness, and to be able to let go of the bitterness I’m feeling for our political opponents.
And by Monday morning, I hope to have a more positive and uplifting column for you.
But do I expect that this Sunday, the Old Testament lesson might resonate more for me than the New Testament one does? And will a light dusting of “please smite our enemies in the media” make its way into my prayers?I’ve
Most indicators point to “yes.”
Hamas delenda est!
Martin Simpson 