Catoggio, formerly of Allahpundit, belched, May 9, that, “On the day Fox News parted ways with Tucker Carlson,” he “doubted …the network would suffer much, if at all, in the 8 p.m. hour. ‘For all the hype about Carlson’s ratings, the truth is that any dogmatic right-wing figure airing at 8 p.m. on Fox News will attract an enormous audience.’”
This reflexive, Freudian “Wish fulfillment”—“the satisfaction of a desire (for Tucker’s demise) through an involuntary thought process”—encapsulates the cowardly gloating Tucker received following his professional garroting by Fox News.
From her self- referential and reverential perch, Megyn Kelly insisted that, just as in her case, the perch (Fox News) would always outlive the anchor (Tucker Carlson). Well, of course. Ms. Kelly would say so. She has plenty cognitive dissonance to reconcile: She is not Tucker Carlson. No sooner had she fled Fox News for more progressive media climes than Tucker stepped into her stilettos—and nobody remembered Kelly.
Before she abandoned her “Kelly File” Fox News show, Ms. Kelly had firmly aligned with members of the Murdoch Media for a Marco Rubio victory. Side by side with lightweights like Dana Perinno, and other egos in the anchor’s chair, Ms. Kelly had made manifest, in February of 2016, that she was hoping someone like Rubio would slay The Donald dragon.
Kelly is a lot smarter than Kayleigh McEnany (whose hard-to-spell names one has always to cut-‘n-paste) and simpleton Lawrence Jones, both of whom have attempted to fill-in on Fox at 8 p.m. Neither, however, is in Tucker’s league. Kelly was also more politically independent than these two tools and others considered for the peerless Tucker’s slot.
Most all at Fox New are party operatives, certainly not one is as nimble intellectually, or has the elemental intellectual curiosity of a Tucker Carlson. …
The December 8th segment of Tucker Carlson Tonight was a celebrity circle jerk. Celebrity journos, NOT dissidents—for all are part of a well-backed, well-oiled power structure, none a powerless independent—bitched about not trending on Twatter, losing 40,000 followers here and there to shadowbans, all for posting mild, quasi-controversial tweets, such as “lockdowns are bad.”
On the matter of COVID, and for quite some time, Tucker has not had one truly impressive, independent medical thinker on his show. By which I mean the likes of Dr. Peter McCullough, Dr. Kelly Victory, Robert Malone, and inquiring, honest minds the likes of Dr. John Campbell of the UK and Suneel Dhand, MD.
Tucker’s resident expert, Dr. Marty Makary, epitomizes the mediocre mind in all his belated “findings” regarding COVID. Makary is no analytical thinker. He’s safe, yet our host congratulates him with regularity for his “bravery.” Preposterous.
It was almost 2 years ago that I shared an important item on LinkedIn posted by a highly credentialed researcher. She had been flabbergasted at having found no data on research to rule out the fact that the mRNA spike protein migrates well beyond the muscle, which is where vaccines are meant to remain—“muscle tissue also tends to keep vaccine reactions localized.” Instead, spike protein has been found throughout bodily tissue.
Two years hence, Tucker’s Marty Makary mentioned this phenomenon on Tucker Carlson Tonight. “Good morning Elijah,” as we’d say in Israel to a Johnny-come-lately. Everything the likes of Makary have to say about COVID is derivative and thus too late. Had I listened to the likes of Makary, I’d be vaccinated for that was his general recommendation. Naturally, I didn’t. There was no risk of that.
Another late, far more meaningful, awakening came from Henry Kissinger. The famous practitioner of Realpolitik in diplomacy finally piped up in favor of “achieving peace through negotiation” between Ukraine and Russia. Kissinger reminded his neocon readership at The Spectator, alas all too gingerly, that “Russia has made decisive contributions to the global equilibrium and to the balance of power for over half a millennium. Its historical role should not be degraded.” He “recommended establishing a ceasefire line along the borders existing where the war started…”
Good old realpolitik is what Zelensky should have been practicing with his powerful neighbors and historic brethren, the Russians. This is precisely what President Joe Biden should be shamed into doing now: talk to Putin; thrash out a cease-fire, ASAP; haggle for the lives of the population under siege because led by imbeciles.
Realpolitikis practical politics, the art of getting along, differences and all, in a real world in which reality, including the differences between people and their political systems, is accepted and dealt with.
Contrary to proclamations, it is not a moral foreign policy that America practices but a moralistic one. Be like us or we’ll destroy you! Instead of realpolitik, Zelensky adopted America’s moralistic, impolitic, uppity manners. It took a war to get Zelensky to the negotiating table with Putin, where he ought to have been from the start.
Look, the US Uniparty is trying to effect regime change in Russia. Nevertheless, Mr. Carlson—and here again he falls short—seems to believe Americans have a right to travel to Russia and remain unharmed, even though we routinely malign that country as a whole, accuse it of being behind every malfunction in the US, and have imprisoned Russians visiting the US—young Maria Butina for example—accusing them of spying. Russia returns the favor. This is the natural order of things.
Markle is a two-bit actress who takes pride in NOT BEING ABLE TO LEARN THE SIMPLEST OF ROUTINES: the curtsy. We all know better. Markle is spiteful and nasty. She comes not to build a great family, but to destroy it—sow divisions, nurse grudges and veer from drama to drama, for that is how such a simple, cunning organism as she is maintains a level of arousal.
Try as Kate might to counter aggression against her person and family with class—there comes a time when a pointy Prada stiletto embedded in a squat behind, Markle’s, is the best option. The royals look weak–and worse. It’s time to make the pygmy nipping at their heels cease and desist.
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“In order to make America great and glorious again, I am tonight announcing my candidacy for president of the United States,” Trump, 76, told supporters in a gilded ballroom at his Mar-a-Lago resort in Florida.
It so happens that the mercenary Jeannie and Jared Kushner have no use for The Don any longer. However, we heard that the first time around. Just before Jarvanka moved into the White House, we had been promised that the Trump kids would be staying out of politics and running the business. My point being that the two will always be part of the deal; part of Donald Trump’s presidential vaudeville.
“Jeannie,” of course, is an allusion to a costume in a sitcom—one that a grown woman not featured in a play-play comedy, should not wear near a wedding. Seemed obvious to me.
A WORD ABOUT TASTE. Taste is class. Taste is the hallmark of culture, of refinement. To some degree, taste is subjective, but not entirely so. There are certain elements of style that are absolutely universal. The gilded Trump abode and the Trump weddings are gaudy nouveau riche in the extreme.
All that pale, sequinned, baby-doll Lolita pastels, coupled with garish over-painted faces, border on Liberace levels of tastelessness.