Harbingers

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Just when you think spring's finally arrived and the long, dark winter of fear-n-smearmongering has run its course, out steps Commando Clinton to step in it again. Obviously, nobody would want the daily news cycle to keep regurgitating over and over one's lies about misadventure in Tuzla. So why not bring up the pastor again?

But the clarifying breezes of fresh air—from the pilot who landed the first lady and first daughter's plane a dozen years ago to the CBS reporter who accompanied her on the flight and recounted it this morning on the Imus Show [no, there isn't an Imus link...WABC dropped the ball, as usual]—and the accompanying video from CBS archives cut through the months of campaign spin designed to burnish Hillary's "experience" credentials.

Maybe it was the shamrock scarf...right up there, around her throat, silken fabric drawing tighter and tighter. Lie, Hillary, lie. Tell the blarney or you're history. Or maybe Hillary's just another same ol' same ol' politician, lying when the truth would serve her better. Something about that shamrock scarf moment as she laid on thick the details of a historic "moment" that never happened. And having insulted small states from earlier in the campaign, now she throws in insults to small countries. When the real sham is, the truth of her trip was pretty amazing, and a testimony to personal strength. But even the strongest iron can be broken under the heat of a campaign.

McCain for the moment is scooting around the country fundraising....I guess that would be so he could keep right on a-violating the very campaign finance laws his name is attached to. Not to worry, John, not all the dog-loyal media claque and b-b-q sauce in the world is going to cover up the stench of that.

And then there's Obama...peeved with the press—trying to be left alone—when CNN showed up on the doorstep of his mini-vacation in the Virgin Islands.

Hmmmm. Here's a thought. Next time you see a Wolf Blitzer or some other media-familiar face out and about, just walk right up and plunk down at their restaurant table...or butt into their conversation at the supermarket...or jump in next to 'em at the Hamptons, or Martha's Vineyard, or wherever it is the Very Important Media hang out these days and ask 'em:

Hey, do you need to take tranquilizers to suspend your conscience and your integrity when you pimp the faux horserace instead of talking about serious issues of policy and character these days?

Do you have to take a shower after spending an hour with the Crossfirish zombies who call themselves consultants, and pundits, and oh-so-very-important-opinionizers?

Just askin'.

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