Posted on 10/14/2012 5:16:56 AM PDT by raccoonradio
Howie thread for the week starting with his Sunday Boston Herald column about Liz Warren
Sun column ping
Lies come home to roost
By Howie Carr | Sunday, October 14, 2012 | http://www.bostonherald.com | Columnists
Photo by Angela Rowlings
Granny Warren, the fake Indian, is now portraying herself as the tribune of the middle class, the people Middle Class Joe Biden said have been buried for the last four years, and you can believe him, because he always tells the truth.
Here’s a bulletin: Granny Warren is not middle class. She is a snob’s snob, a 1-percenter from way back. There is only one Scrooge McDuck-like plutocrat in this fight, and it’s not Scott Brown.
Check out the candidates’ two houses.
Brown lives in Wrentham, and bought his house for $307,000 in 1995. It’s now assessed at $511,000.
Granny lives in the People’s Republic of Cambridge, and bought her Victorian for $447,000 in 1995, the year she drifted into Massachusetts. It’s now assessed at $1,749,000. The mansion itself is so incredibly posh that last year, when a magazine writer wanted to interview Warren there, the campaign insisted that the house itself was “off the record.”
During the past four years, the Warrens have averaged $845,000 a year in income. The Browns have averaged $428,000 over the last six.
This woman has a lot of gall, calling out people who are worth a lot less than her as “millionaires and billionaires.” But then, she still won’t release her employment applications to Harvard and Penn so we can confirm her claims that she never benefited from falsely claiming minority status.
Education: Scott and Gail Brown have a total of three college degrees, zero from the Ivy League. Granny Warren and husband Bruce Mann, another Harvard professor who can’t park a bicycle straight, have a combined seven degrees, including two from Brown and three from Yale. (Those Ivy creds come from Bruce Mann, whom Granny brags is a 13th-generation Massachusetts native; even John Forbes Kerry knows better than to brag about such Brahmin antecedents.)
Elizabeth Warren exhorted her supporters to “talk to the person in line behind you at the cheese store.” The only cheese store Scott Brown knows is the deli counter at Market Basket.
One candidate has simultan-eously bragged about providing the “intellectual foundations” of the Occupy movement and to have been told by a Wall Street billionaire that only she could “save capitalism.”
Scott Brown brags about how many miles he had on his old truck.
One candidate has $14.7 million worth of investments, but when asked on MSNBC which equities she owned, insisted that she didn’t have any stocks, only “mutual funds.”
One candidate couldn’t name the two years the Red Sox [team stats] won the World Series in this century, and predicted that the team would win 90 games this year. (They won 69.)
One candidate has a daughter who’s trying to make it as a singer. The other candidate has a daughter who runs a George Soros-backed organization that sued the state to send out prepaid voter registration forms to every welfare recipient in Massachusetts, including illegal aliens.
One candidate has supporters who in Dorchester made Indian war whoops and tomahawk chops like Jane Fonda used to do at Braves’ games, after which he was denounced for allowing “hate speech.” Another candidate’s supporters made anti-gay slurs at a supporter of the other candidate. The Globe pooh-poohed that incident as “inappropriate.”
One candidate has season tickets to the ballet, is a “longtime” member of the Museum of Fine Arts, and once described growing African violets as one of her “favorite pastimes.”
Ask yourself this: Does Mass-achusetts really need a senator who’s even phonier than John Kerry?
Article URL: http://www.bostonherald.com/news/columnists/view.bg?articleid=1061167516
Actually, using Global Warming mathematics, winning 69 games confirms the hypothesis that they would win 90 games at the 99% confidence level. This is why we have experts, because you're too stupid to understand these things without us. The Boston Globe would understand.
I never thought of it that way--I never even considered that was even possible.
As Howie Carr likes to say, quoting JF'nK, "Do you know who I am?"
In order to prove that we are not bigots, we are forced, forced I tell you to support any candidate of "color," including Cherokee Warren, Deval Patrick, and of course, the Magic Marxist Mulatto from Mombassa, Messiah Obama.
Now, can I have my free cell phone and my cut of the Passamaquoddy Settlement? Please?
Howie is on; just read the Zumba list.
Howie is on; just read the Zumba list.
Wed column ping
Obama running on fumes
By Howie Carr | Wednesday, October 17, 2012 | http://www.bostonherald.com | Columnists
Photo by AP
They don’t like each other. They really don’t like each other, do they? No knockout blows. Barack Obama was better than in Denver, but he’s still got this very big problem, namely, his record.
It doesn’t matter how many extra minutes moderator Candy Crowley gave Obama (somewhere between three and five, depending on which network you were listening to), he’s still stuck with his dismal economy.
“Does that mean you’re not hurting?” Obama told one New Yorker after rattling off a few bogus sunshine-y stats. “Absolutely not. A lot of us are.”
The biggest disappointment of the evening was the way Mitt Romney fumbled the Libya question.
It took 68 minutes for the dreaded “L” word to be mentioned, but when Benghazi came up, it was brought up by a guy named Kerry. The omen seemed propitious for Romney, especially when Obama began by totally dodging the question, saying of State Department diplomats, “These aren’t just representatives of the United States, they’re my representatives.”
Obama had no answers, because there aren’t many. But then Romney, with a chance for a walk-off home run, got tripped up on what Obama said in the Rose Garden on Sept. 12. OK, Obama didn’t precisely say Benghazi was a terrorist attack, but he had thrown in a CYA reference to “no act of terror.”
Then Candy couldn’t help herself and jumped in on the president’s side by misrepresenting what he’d said, in a positive way.
Two-on-one is moonbat fun.
But you have to say Candy mixed up her pitches last night. She picked the questions, and early on she let one of the “undecided voters” throw a high hard one at Obama’s head, about the doubling of gas prices, something a White House lapdog reporter would never dare bring up. Obama predictably whiffed. But that question was just a tease from Candy. Soon came a question about women in the workplace. And then one to Romney about how he’s different from George Bush. Oddly, Mitt did a better job of answering it than Barack.
The best set-up question for Mitt came from a black guy who’d voted for Obama but was disappointed in the economy. Like most “undecideds,” he seemed more like a disgruntled Democrat than an independent.
Mitt recited the litany of grim economic statistics. All night he kept saying, “We don’t have to live like this” and “We don’t have to settle for this.”
After all these years, it’s still amazing what Obama is allowed to get away with. He says low gas prices in 2009 were caused by a terrible economy, but then claims that the lower number of illegal aliens crossing the border is because of his border policies, not the same lousy economy.
He defends immigrants, saying, “They start companies like Intel and Google.” I don’t believe they were started by illegal aliens, Mr. President.
He apparently believes funding Planned Parenthood is the No. 1 issue facing American women.
Not that Mitt can’t pander. He called the children of Massachusetts “all my kids” and said, not unexpectedly, “My father was born in Mexico.”
One last thought: Will Candy apologize to Mitt for unsportsmanlike conduct for piling on the Libyan question?
Don’t hold your breath.
Article URL: http://www.bostonherald.com/news/columnists/view.bg?articleid=1061168198
Fri column ping
Challenge Menino? Good luck with that
By Howie Carr | Friday, October 19, 2012 | http://www.bostonherald.com | Columnists
Photo
Photo by Faith Ninivaggi
Dream on, all you wannabe mayors. Mumbles Menino is mayor for life, literally.
Not to be too morbid, but the next mayor of Boston is going to be whoever the president of the City Council is when Mumbles assumes room temperature.
There was a story in this paper yesterday about a “mysterious dark horse candidate” against Mumbles next year, or was it in 2017? All the local white-guy pols quoted in the story made crystal clear that they had no intention of ever running against Hizzoner, because they know if they ever cross him, even by mistake, Mumbles will make sure they get a rocket in their pocket.
You know the old joke about Irish Alzheimer’s — you forget everything but the grudges. Well, it’s crossed ethnic lines, because Mumbles has come down with a full-blown case of it.
Just for one example, do you think Mumbles is backing Granny Warren because he likes her? Hell, no. He still likes Scott Brown a lot better. But Scott, not being a city boy, misread the tea leaves and made a fatal error — he had the former mayor, Ray Flynn, make a TV spot for him.
So somehow that made it personal for Mumbles. If Raybo was with Brown, by God, Mumbles would be with the fake Indian. For the record, Raybo hasn’t been mayor since 1993.
You may not know that Mumbles is currently out of the country. He left Saturday on a 16-day trip to Italy. But you’d never know it from the newspapers. Monday he was demanding $15 million to cover the city’s increased expenses chasing down drug dealers after the state drug lab scandal. Yesterday, “he” was pushing Trojan not to hand out free sex toys on City Hall Plaza.
Last year one reporter wrote one of these stories when Mumbles was in, I think, Alaska. He mentioned in passing that the acting mayor was the president of the City Council. For such lese majeste, the reporter got the cold shoulder from City Hall for two months. There’s only one mayor in Boston, by God, and it ain’t Steve Murphy, even for a day.
Mumbles has $608,000 in the bank right now. His fundraising machine is just that, a machine. He touches everything in the city but the third rail. Here are his numbers for the past four months:
September — $24,875; August — $28,725; July — $42,400; June — $28,220.
Plus, Mumbles will do anything to stay ahead of the political curve. Remember Chick-fil-A? He made himself a national laughingstock, but the only thing Mumbles cared about was pandering to that 20 or 25 percent of the “New Bostonians” who are gay.
Freddie Langone used to say being president of the City Council is like being an admiral in the Swiss Navy. Someday it’s going to pay off. But probably not anytime soon.
Article URL: http://www.bostonherald.com/news/columnists/view.bg?articleid=1061168761
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