When even that old moonbat Helen Thomas notices, The Messiah may have trouble with the press. Pretty embarassing performance by Gibbs. I’m sure most of the press remains in the tank, but this (to mix metaphors) looks like a chink in the wall.
Update:
Helen is clearly in her dotage. I mean, she just now noticed? Where was she during the campaign? The difference between Nixon and The One is that, in Nixon’s time, the press didn’t volunteer to be controlled.
Because then they could arrest and detain Cynthia McKinney for Felony Stupid.
I’m rather fond of this Special Mention:
Fleur looked down her nose at Guilliame, something she was accomplished at, being six foot three in her stocking feet, and having one of those long French noses, not pert like Bridget Bardot’s, but more like the one that Charles De Gaulle had when he was still alive and President of France and he wore that cap that was shaped like a little hatbox with a bill in the front to offset his nose, but it didn’t work.
Read the winner and runners up here.
