I once put that on a message machine of mine. And if I remember correctly, I followed that with about a minute of freelance rapping.
Just want to let everyone know I'm alive and well after the holiday with one left to go.
I will be updating soon.
This was as much a part of the holidays as Charlie Brown.
Kids skating and singing; Linus and Charlie contemplating Christmas; Charlie depressed; kids doing the whip; Snoopy flinging CB into the tree; CB not getting any Christmas cards; CB being sarcastic; CB making the rounds (Pig Pen and Snoopy); kids eating snowflakes if they're ripe enough; kids slinging snowballs with Linus' Davey-esque slingshot action the best; Lucy psychoanalyzing CB after his payment of cold hard cash; diagnosis: pantaphobia; "That's it!"; CB appointed director of the Christmas play; real estate mentioned as a good gift; Snoopy decorating his house for a lights and display contest to win money, money, money; Sally dictating her wants to big brother CB; all she wants is what's coming to her...all she wants is her fair share; first taste of Guaraldi's genius in Linus and Lucy; kid dancing, head side to side while pointing his fingers out form his side; introduction of CB as director; Snoopy boos; CB directs; more Vince and dancing; scripts handed out; Pig Pen the innkeeper, go figure; Shermy is a shepherd every Christmas; Snoopy is a sheep, cow and yes he's even a good penguin; Lucy diatribes; Snoopy mimics and kisses; Snoopy "Bleeeah"'s; Linus is given 5 good reasons to memorize the script; he's just an innocent shepherd; Schroeder jams to Vince again; too much dust for the curls; Sally thinks Linus is the cutest thing; lunch break; Christmas queen insults; Vince one more time; Charlie throws the director megaphone with a horn toot sound effect; CB goes to get a Christmas tree, a big shiny one; CB and Linus get a scrawny but real tree; Lucy disses Beethoven; Snoopy dances on piano then gets embarrassed when music stops; Jingle Bells; CB and Linus bring in the tree; kids laugh at poor old CB; CB depressed again;
"Isn't there anyone who knows what Christmas is all about"
"Sure Charlie Brown. I can tell you what Christmas is all about. Lights, please.
And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.
And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.
And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.
For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.
And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men."
"That's what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown."
It starts out with a baby being left at the Burgermeisters residence. The No. 1 lawkeeper, Grimsly, picked him up and showed him to the BMMB who promptly sent him to the orphanage.
During delivery of the boy the wind picked him up and flew him away into the woods. The animals knew the baby needed a home so they took him to the famous toy making Kringles. I am amazed at how bright and altruistic animals are in these stories. There he was loved by the 5 Kringle brothers and their mother? or sister? I never knew what her relationship was to them. They sang about being the first toy makers to the king and Kris, as they named him, was a man now and took the toys to Sombertown.
On his way he met Topper, a penguin. Who was never in any of the stories I heard about Santa Claus and I consider myself somewhat of an expert. On their way to Sombertown, they run into The Winter Warlock (TWW) who very menacingly vows to get them for crossing his mountain but after the commercial break says eh maybe next time.
Well, little did Kris know that the BMMB has just declared toys to be illegal and immoral since he had a mishap with a toy duck on the stairs which caused him to break his funny bone. He was derided for his choice of attire a time or two but he gave the kids the toys anyway, but only after a song during which a scolding takes place, "I'm telling you why." Geez, Santa, lighten up.
"If you sit on my lap today, a kiss a toy is the price you'll pay. If you sit on my left knee, don't be stingy be prepared to pay." Great song. Great lyrics.
He then meets Miss Jessica, the future Mrs Claus and woos her with a doll.
The BMMB sees all the children playing with toys and is OK with it until the realizes they aren't supposed to be. He orders the children arrested. In walks Kris, to save the kids and take the blame. He also gives the BMMB a gift. "A yoyo!" The BMMB is told by the #1 lawkeeper he is breaking his own law and he realizes he's been bamboozled. Kris escapes on his running, jumping, and climbing abilities.
Not all is hunky dory yet. Back in the woods on the way back to the Kringle household, he gets captured by Willy Willow and Peter Pine two of TWW's henchmen. But their bark is worse than their bite and when Kris offers Winter a gift, with no tricks attached, Winter orders the trees to let Kris go and they oblige. Kris gives TWW a train and his icy exterior melts to show a warm gentle man of ages who just wants to be loved. He puts one foot in front of the other and their friendship is born. TWW even shows Kris a trick or two. But not only that the Kringles move to TWW mountain to be closer to Sombertown which makes Winter happy because now he;s not alone.
Kris makes his way back to Sombertown a few times thwarting BMMB's efforts to stop the kids from getting toys every time. First BMMB locks the doors; Kris goes down the chimney. Then he searches the houses for toys, they are hidden in the stockings. Finally though, BMMB stakes out a house and Kris is caught.
Not only is he caught but all of the Kringles as well.
Miss Jessica takes it upon herself to free the Kringles. She goes to TWW's house and learns he has a few magic beans left that make reindeer fly. They feed the reindeer, and fly in to save the Kringles. TWW is heard to say, "I'm not such a loser after all." No TWW, you are anything but a loser my wintry friend.
Seeing as the Kringle name is now dangerous he reverts back to the name he had when the Kringles found him, Claus. He marries Miss Jessica and TWW even lights a tree with his last magic. The first Christmas tree.
As time goes by, the BMMB's die out and the people realize their laws are dumb. Kris decides because of all the toy requests to limit his trip to once a year; the night of profound love. Christmas Eve.
The music and the supporting characters make this my No. 2.
TWW saying, "...a chance to be reborn" and "I'm not such a loser after all." is worth the price of admission.
Now that's one heck of a day.
I have a strange recollection of many parts of this show. The way the little kid says "Oatmeal!" when they ask what they want to name Frosty. The way one of the kids says "Uh huh!" when asked if they saw Frosty come to life. The over-produced sound effects of the train depot ticket guy when he wakes up and messes up the tickets and when he finds out they don't have any money for a ticket to the North Pole. (The same over-production is used when Hinkle jumps from the train down the mountain. The effects continue after he is done falling.) The way Hinkle says "Messy, messy, messy." And the best line of all...
"He was the fastest belly-whopper in the world."
I almost didn't put this in the top 5 because of the 2 horrendous sequels; "Frosty Returns" with Jonathon Winters narrating and John Goodman as Frosty. Goodman sings through his nose the whole show as Bill Murray's brother, the one with the very scratchy voice tries to peddle his snow-be-gone product to the town because they hate the snow. It turns into a big quagmire which eventually leads to everyone hating the multi-conglomerate which is as it should be. (rolling eyes) Also, "The Legend of Frosty The Snowman" with, brace yourselves, Burt Reynolds narrating. It is as terribe as you are imagining. Words cannot describe the agony of this "special". I won't try.
I do love the original Frosty though. And it is always a perrenial favorite in this most wonderful time of the year.
This is what I spend the year wating for. It's 35 degrees outside. The wind chill makes it fell like the 20's. As I come through the door, I am greeted by my children yelling "Daddy!" with some sort of Christmas outfit on. The Christmas tree lights are in full force lighting up the room. Not to be outdone, the roaring fire easily makes the remaing dark succumb to the light of the flames.
I slip into my warm wool socks, flannel lounge around pants and a long sleeve t-shirt. I will take my place by the fire for a viewing of "It's a Wonderful Life." I have seen it 3 times this year but the kids have been spared. Tonight, they get baptized.
It's just different this time of year. No matter what is going on in the real world, this is my oasis. Filled with joy, song, laughter and love.
Christmas truly is the most wonderful time of the year.
When four of Santa's elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the pre-Christmas pressure.
Then Mrs Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa even more.
When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where.
Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered.
Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drank all the cider and hidden the rum. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.
Just then the doorbell rang, and irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.
The angel said very cheerfully, 'Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn't this a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?'
And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.
The first story is about a toy. The second story is possibly the greatest example of irony ever.
Bratz dolls, this is the doll who's only purpose as far as I can tell is to show little girls how to dress like hookers, are no more. Madison liked these dolls but knew I did not so never asked for one. Now, we won't have to worry about it.
This next story is...well I don't know how to describe it. Just look.
Gift certificates to an abortion clinic to give as gifts to honor the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
You can't make this stuff up.
The Little Drummer Boy - Johnny Mathis
Push play on the You Tube video before reading.
When I was a boy I would listen to this song over and over and over. One time, I had my sister Katy lift up the needle from the record after each line so I could write down what was sung. I memorized the song this way. That Baby Jesu line was a real head scratcher.
I know this is a very repetitive song. Some would even call it mundane. Some would, not me. I don't know why this song has always meant something to me. I love it for it's ultimate "it's not the size of the gift that matters it's the thought that counts" attitude. Here was a little boy who had nothing to give except the gift of music. And with that, he made the Christ-child smile; at least that's what the song says. I dare to think every time I attempt to give the gift of music somewhere the Christ-child is smiling.
Youtube is the greatest thing ever. I found "The Littlest Christmas Tree" and now Johnny Mathis singing "The Little Drummer Boy". I have the version with Bing Crosby and David Bowie all ready to go on the music player, which isn't a bad version at all, but I needed to hear Johnny.
The next song on my list:
Skating - The Vince Guaraldi Trio
After listening to Johnny, hit the play button on the music player. It's the triangle pointing right.
Of course "Linus and Lucy" is the big song from "A Charlie Brown Christmas Special" but I like this tune as much if not more. It's like "Whip It" by Devo or "Shout" from Tears for Fears. Everybody knows those songs. The people who follow Devo or Tears for Fears probably never listen to those songs because they are overplayed. And we can't understand why people can't just see the greatness that is Devo or Tears for Fears and listen to some of their other masterpieces.
Enter "Skating" by The Vince Guaraldi trio.
Listen to the melody. Listen to the piano. It sounds like snow falling. Then the piano interlude where the notes quickly ascend in three separate allegretto entities. Close your eyes. You can actually see someone with their hands clasped behind their back skating leisurely on a frozen pond somewhere...where the ponds freeze. I prefer to think of it as Minnesota, from where Charles Schultz hails, or New England since to me that is the epitome of Christmas.
You can't help but lose yourself in the meditative freedom expressed in this arrangement, like the Peanuts characters in the movie, gliding so freely, smoothly and gracefully on the frozen pond in the pristine greyness of winter. Boy, that sounded pretentious. I'm keeping it anyway.
This is one Christmas Album I listen to all year. It's simply good jazz music.
The Littlest Christmas Tree - Red Skelton
This is not really a song but a spoken tale. Listening to this with my brothers and sister is one of my fondest Christmas memories. Surprise, surprise we can all still quote many lines form this "song". I guess the only reason Iconsider it a song is because it was on an LP, 33 1/3. Those were the days.
"The time...Christmas Eve. The place...this room."
It is a story about a little tree in some family's home who is wondering about his purpose for being there. In the forest, the birds would build homes in his branches and the wind would blow making music along with the chirping birds. They were the sounds of the earth. A symphony unwritten.
Santa comes and explains to him he is making music now with the laughter of the children. Little did we know when we listened to this as children there was quite an anti-communist propaganda agenda going on here. I have to say it worked. The reindeer being knocked out cold, "No. Yes.". No Christmas trees to help light Santa's way. The swelling music.
"Daddy, what's a ration card?"
It's all good.
Now, some may have a tendency in this PC age to dismiss this song. Not me. I say good for Red. In the early 50's when this story was told, there was no greater threat to the American way of life than communism. I like to think Ronald Reagan and this song were ultimately responsible for the collapse of the Iron Curtain.
The end of this story still makes me mist up. With the tree saying Merry Christmas while Santa fly's away. The music swells to it's climax while the tree seems to be fading into the background. Well done production for 1951.
I love this story.
Without further ado...The Littlest Christmas tree.
Friday we spent the day putting up the tree and watching Christmas movies. We watched, "The Grinch", "A Charlie Brown Christmas", "Frosty", "The Polar Express", "Miracle on 34th Street", "White Christmas" and "Fred Clause". Normally we watch "It's a Wonderful Life" to cap the day but I knew the kids would be bored to tears after watching "The Polar Express". Earlier in the day when we told Madison we would be watching "White Christmas", she said, "It's not all black and white is it? It has color, right?" So I knew my favorite holiday movie would have to wait. Unfortunately, there was a UCLA debacle game on so I watched that instead. Big mistake.
Saturday we had to shift it back into Thanksgiving mode for my family's dinner. Good times had by all. It was nice and chilly. Just the way I like it. When we got home we turned on the Christmas tree lights, lit up a fire and played with the train. We went to New Mexico and Arizona to deliver presents.
This led me to an idea. Ever since I was a kid, I had a hard time believing Santa could carry a bag big enough to hold all of the presents he had to deliver. What if he had a train yard at the North Pole that would dispatch trains filled with presents to points all over the globe? They would go to their designated stops and Santa could just stop by the depot and fill up the sack again and keep going. He could have elves on each train that loaded the sack in no time and he'd be back on his way. I think this is a very plausible idea. One I will ask him about the next time I see him. Besides, there is a movie in there somewhere.
Last night was the Hanging of the Green service at church. As you know I am not a Sunday night guy but at Christmas it's different. Carols are sung, soloists perform and the garland and wreaths that adorn our stage are hung, hence the name. It is always a nice way to start the season. Singing the carols are the best. That let's you know there is no turning back.
Sam, our preacher, yesterday said Christmas is like an old shoe or an old shirt; it's comfortable. It fits. It's easy to get into. Then he went on to say some other stuff about Jesus and the living God or some such but I wasn't really listening I was thinking about how good that comfortable shirt feels.
All in all it was a great kick-off weekend to the Christmas season. Except for UCLA looking like Charlie Brown trying to kick a field goal with Lucy holding the ball.
I hesitated to put him on this list. But I kept coming back to him. Why? He had to be the biggest jerk in any of the Christmas movies sans Mr. Potter. Telling a father he should be ashamed of himself because his son has a glowing red nose? Dissing the elves song. I mean, what's up with that? He is skinny and grumpy. Everything we came not to expect form Santa. I got to hand it to Rudolph's writers, they knew how to throw a wrinkle into a claymation show. By the way, I found this clip after I wrote this description. Classic.
9./8. Heat and Snow Meiser - The Year Without a Santa Claus
The Year Without a Santa Claus was not that great of a special but these tow guys stole the show. I sing these songs to this day. (along with the rest of my siblings)
7. BurgerMeister MeisterBurger - Santa Claus is Coming to Town
How many of you can recite the exact inflection in the Burgermeisters voice when you see the line, "A yoyo?". That's why he is on this list. A classic villain. He doesn't turn good in the end. He remains true to his nasty ways to the end. One of my favorite lines of his is "...and I am certainly not going." Great comedic timing by a claymation figure.
6. Randy - The Christmas Story
Randy played the full emotional gammet. Disgust: "Meatloaf, beatloaf, double meatloaf. I hate meatloaf." Despair: "I can't put my arms down!" Empathy: "Daddy's gonna kill Ralphie!" He had it all. Randy and Ralphie had the textbook brother relationship. They fought, like when Randy tried to sneak in front of Ralph when they were getting dressed and all Randy got for his troubles was a swift kick in the tukus. But Randy was there for Ralph when he needed him. He was the one who picked up Ralphs glasses after the Scott Farkus affair. In this original movie trailer, check out Randy's face when he throws the socks. That innate comedic timing cannot be taught, my friends.
5. Winter Warlock - Santa Claus is Coming to Town.
Here is one villain who changed his stripes. "I am not such a loser after all!" This guy was a big blowhard meanie on the surface, but underneath he was an insecure little child just wanting to be accepted. Besides when he says,"...a chance to be reborn" it still cracks me up.
4. Snoopy - A Charlie Brown Christmas
He can play all the barnyard animals. Even a penguin. What more do you want? When he kisses Lucy and she says she needs some disifectant and iodine and he goes, "Bleah"; Katy and I love that. Madison does now too. I love how he laughs at Charlie Brown or when he boos him when he is announced as the director, "Man's best friend!". Or when he's embarrased after dancing on Schroeders piano and he stops playing. He's got it all.
3. Yukon Cornelius - Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.
"Nothin'." Need I say more. He was the ultimate friend and protector, "...douse your nose and run like crazy." He was wise in the ways of the wild and it served Hermie and Rudolph well. If they had not run into him, well let's just say the special would have been about 20 minutes long and the Abominable Snowman would have had one good meal. We know he liked Peanut Butter hamhocks and played the guitar. He knew the bumbles weaknesses. And his ultimate quest was for gold...then silver.
2. Clarence - It's a Wonderful Life.
I admit I have a special place in my heart for Clarence. He elped the greatest character in Christmas movie history realize what he had. He did it with class, grace and comedy. Clarence was a man among angels. He has the IQ of a rabbit but the faith of a child. Clarence did God's work right here on earth. Clarence even earned his wings.
1. Linus - A Charlie Brown Christmas.
I'm just kidding. Of course that didn't happen.
But this did.
In my defense, we got gyped (pronounced jipped) this year. The time between Christmas and Thanksgiving this year is abnormally short. I needed the extra time.
And for your listening pleasure, one of the great jazz Christmas tunes of all time, Linus and Lucy...check that, it's one of the great jazz tunes of all time. You will probably hear this more than once on the site this season.
We cleaned up the place and headed back to the airport by 8:00 am. No traffic jams this time so we made it back in plenty of time. We said good bye to Paul at the Southwest gate and headed to check in. Found out Tod was not on our flight. He was scheduled to fly out at 5:15. It was 9:30. That's a long wait at an airport. Alone. It all worked out. Tod was able to get on our flight on standby and we all made it home together.
The flight out was delayed first because the plane coming in was late. Then there were apparently too many planes going to DFW so we had to space them out. And for some reason we got the short end of the stick and had to wait. Finally it was our turn on the runway...OK...any time now...start those engines...ready to go. Engines begin to pick up, WOOHOO, and we pull off the runway. What the? "Uh, ladies and, uh, gentlemen. There is a report of a, uh, coyote on the, uh, runway. They will hurry to get the little, uh, guy out of the way and then we'll be on our way." I'm thinking if the "little, uh, guy" doesn't have an acme rocket tied to his back then let's chance it and take off.
Eventually we were cleard for departure and we did just that. After an uneventful 3 1/2 flight back to DFW we landed where we were greeted by loved ones and resumed our lives once again.
I would have to say Pfaff Pfest XIII was a complete success.
Tennessee next year, right fellas?
I'll go. I'll go. I'll go. I'll go. I'll go. I'll...I'll go.
After a morning of hanging out, playing darts and foos and watching college football, we started the trek out to Seattle. The area is truly beautiful. There are not many places as breathtaking as the Pacific Northwest. We traveled over Lake Washington and Mercer Island, where all the rich people live, and marveled at the houses and boats. The city is very pretty as well. Very New Yorky. Busy.
We made our way to the Space Needle and the Music Experience museum where you can experience...music. Mike Tod and Paul went to the museum while Steve, Dad and I went to the bar. I'm all for music and the like but for some reason I just felt like sitting in a nice chair watching college football on a big screen TV while drinking a CC and Diet Coke. It was all I dreamed it would be.
Our next stop was the Ivar Salmon House to meet the guy who had our game tickets. He was a nice guy. Al was his name. He informed us that a boat leaves from the restaurant to the game and brings you back for $20. We asked if they had any seats left and they did. We asked if they had any reservations open for 6 and they did. So, we decided to stay and eat at Ivar's and take the boat to the game. We were seated in the restaurant and here was our view...
We had a great meal and off to the boat we went.
Everything came together very well for this trip. The house, the car, the tickets, the meal, the boat. It was all good.
There is something about being on the water. Maybe it's the different perspective, seeing land from that point of view. It's just relaxing. The boat let us off about 100 yards from the stadium. By the time we made it to our seats, we had about 20 minutes until game time. Spent that time looking out at Lake Union and the full moon and knowing I made the right decision to be there.
We won 27-7. I watched the replay later at home and there were a couple of things that happened in the game I did not even know had happened...and I was in the stadium. The boat ride back was just what the Dr ordered. The drive back was a little long but Paul got us there safe and sound.
It was a long day so we all just headed off to bed.
And that was Saturday.
American Indian puddings are defined as a number recipes of native American Indian origin. Generally, they include molasses and cornmeal. Apples were often an ingredient. They were usually baked.
Make sure to enjoy your American heritage, and a dish or bowl of Indian pudding, as you celebrate National Indian Pudding Day.
How do you like that? Two molasses references in one post. You certainly get your moneys worth here.
I will be out of pocket for a few days. Going to Seattle to the UCLA football game. An annual trek undertaken by my brothers and I. This year Dad and nephew Tod are coming along. We look forward to it with as much anticipation as National Indian Pudding Day.
He is in my triumvirate of political writers. They are in no particular order, Michael Crichton, Mark Steyn and James Lileks.
You may not know his name but you are familiar with his works: Jurassic Park, The Andromeda Strain, Sphere, Disclosure, Congo, Airframe among others. He was also the Executive Producer of "ER".
He graduated summa cum laude from Harvard. He received his MD from Harvard Medical school. He recieved numerous fellowships in Anthropology and he was a visiting writer at MIT. In short, he was brilliant.
I urge you to take the time to read the next two links. The first is what he wrote about the MSM in 1993. He was quite prescient.
The second is much longer. So put the kids to bed, get a Diet Coke or your refreshment of choice and come back and read it. It is a phenomenal dissertation on the science of Global Warming, its relation to public policy and what a farce that relationship is.
RIP, sir.
To keep listening to the wonderful score by John Williams simply right click on the link and click on Open Link in New Window.
Mediasaurus
Global Warming Schlobal Warming
Seriously, though: congratulations to President-elect Obama. Right or wrong, and I hope for more of the former, obviously, he’s my President now, gal-darnit, and I’m not going to spend four years treating him with the contempt the Kos side heaped on Chimpy McPretzelchoker. He could turn out to be a horrible President. He could turn out to be a great one. History pushes people in unexpected directions.
I just hope this isn't a "Wil-e coyote finally catches the road-runner moment". In the cartoon, he finally catches the road runner turns to the camera and thinks, "Now what?".
All those clamoring for hope and change, "Now what?"
I don't agree.
The New York Times is selling this morning for $9.00. In 2002, it was selling for $50.00. GE who owns NBC and MSNBC is selling @ $21 down from nearly $60.
Newspaper circulation is one key measure of public reaction. The top 25 newspapers distributed nearly 18 million papers in 1998. Ten years later, they have lost nearly 4 million paid readers – a 22 percent decline.
Just last week, the Washington Post Co. reported “an 86 percent decline in third-quarter earnings,” and newspaper layoffs are now as common as pictures of Obama with a halo.
Gannett, the publisher of 85 dailies, including USA Today, and 900 other publications, is reportedly laying off 10 percent of its newspaper employees. That’s up to 3,000 workers. The Christian Science Monitor is killing its weekday print edition as of April. And Time Inc. CEO Ann Moore said that company is facing an advertising ‘depression.”
Are these the actions of an industry worried about their bottom line?
They could fix this debacle with one easy solution. Throw some objectivity into the mix.
A quick glance at the 2008 election coverage underscores the obvious disconnect between liberal journalists and their readers. Since journalists love polls, let’s look at some other results. “Voters overwhelmingly believe that the media wants Barack Obama to win the presidential election,” according to Pew. The survey found that by nearly 8-to-1, respondents thought the media had chosen Obama.
That was the common result. A Rasmussen Reports survey said by a 10-to-1 margin the public believe the media are trying to hurt Sarah Palin. Another Rasmussen poll said voters believe the media “are trying to help Barack Obama” – that by a 5-to-1 margin. A Fox News poll discovered six times as many voters think "most members of the media" want Obama to win.
The news media are uniformly behind the Obama candidacy. The latest newspaper endorsement tally by Editor & Publisher shows “Obama in a landslide,” netting 240 endorsements to McCain’s 114. All 57 alternative weeklies also are backing Obama.
E&P even tallies a tidal wave of support for Obama in college papers – 79 to just one for McCain. And that leaves out the almost constant stream of biased news coverage that preceded those endorsements.
So, the MSM can do one of two things. Start to print papers that people actually want to read or suck up to the next administration in hopes of getting a little of the next $700 billion bailout of industries affected so hard by the Bush economy.
Which way do you think they'll go?
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