Sara is at it again in her “CNN Host to Kasich” article: She writes, “Tapper asked Kasich about his recent video against Trump and that the video could be compared to a poem about the Nazis.”
Although it’s kind of you, Thunderclap, to suggest Strunk & White to Sara, the harsh truth is that she’ll never be a writer. Her attempts at sentences show zero ability to think straight.
Well, it could have been worse. She might have written, “…voters would of been faced…” Then again, maybe she did, and some sharp-eyed TPM editor corrected it.
Oh, and “non-biding” apparently refers to a failure to hang around.
Happy. We don’t need any more crazy in the political process, especially in Texas. Real people do live here, you know.
(Oh, and there’s this: not so long ago lot’s of Dems were excited about Cruz being the GOP candidate for the Senate seat, because he was too far right for the general…)
I do know - I have many in-laws and close friend all over the state.
Yes, the idea of putting this lunacy on a ballot is absurd… but you gotta admit the absurdity quotient of the TX citizenry went up quite a bit once TurdBlossom was able to smear Ann Richards’ and got Shrub elected…
Honestly, nitpicking the writer’s style in an article about Texas’majority party considering secession is missing the big picture in a big way. Sara’s grammar is trivial. You guys are kind of jumping the snark here.
The spectacle of the Texas G.O.P. doing something wildly absurd simply isn’t a surprise. On the other hand, encountering someone who’s been hired to write for a widely-read political blog, yet who doesn’t seem to have a grasp of the basics, is noteworthy.
Speaking of Ann Richards, I had no idea that she was so wickedly funny and devious. From a Molly Ivins article:
At a long-ago political do at Scholz Garten in Austin, everybody who was anybody was there meetin’ and greetin’ at a furious pace. A group of us got the tired feet and went to lean our butts against a table at the back wall of the bar. Perched like birds in a row were Bob Bullock, then state comptroller, moi, Charles Miles, the head of Bullock’s personnel department, and Ms. Ann Richards. Bullock, 20 years in Texas politics, knew every sorry, no good sumbitch in the entire state. Some old racist judge from East Texas came up to him, “Bob, my boy, how are you?”
Bullock said, “Judge, I’d like you to meet my friends: This is Molly Ivins with the Texas Observer.”
The judge peered up at me and said, “How yew, little lady?”
Bullock, “And this is Charles Miles, the head of my personnel department.” Miles, who is black, stuck out his hand, and the judge got an expression on his face as though he had just stepped into a fresh cowpie. He reached out and touched Charlie’s palm with one finger, while turning eagerly to the pretty, blonde, blue-eyed Ann Richards. “And who is this lovely lady?”
Everybody understood the message in the story, but some readers want clarity and precision in how the story is presented, and that’s not too lofty a goal.
What a bunch of whiny babies. They can’t make up their own rules so they want to their ball and go home. Life does work that way, get use to it. It’s called being a grown up. I am glad they failed .