The next question is for Senator McCain.

Senator, I would like your response to the following story.

You were in a backroom in the Capitol last Thursday in which you, Senator Kennedy, Senator Cornyn, your other Senate colleagues, and Secretaries Chertoff and Gutierrez were working out the final details of the bipartisan agreement on comprehensive immigration reform.  These negotiations have been ongoing for several months, and you’ve been spending most of your time fundraising and on the presidential campaign trail and haven’t been able to participate.

At approximately 1:30 PM the following exchange took place:

McCAIN: “This is chicken[BLEEP].  I think it would expedite things if you would just leave the room, Senator, so we can get along with finishing this up.”

CORNYN: “Wait a minute. We’ve been meeting for three months on this in good faith, and now you parachute in here this morning and tell me to leave? I think you’re out of line.”

McCAIN responded: “[BLEEP] you! I know what is going on here. I know more about immigration than anybody in this room!”

I have a three-part question for you, Senator:

1) Does “anybody in this room” include Senator Kennedy, who’s been trying to erase our country’s borders for the past forty-two years, or before you even checked in at the Hanoi Hilton?

2) Does “chicken[BLEEP]” sum up your opinion of your party’s base supporters, who are infuriated by the bill you’re touting and whose votes you need to win your party’s nomination for president?

3) Was this outburst a reflection of the self-realization that your chances of winning your party’s presidential nomination have now sunk below that of Senator Kennedy winning the next five Boston Marathons, even driving a golf cart and with the race re-routed to go over no bridges?

McCAIN: Well, to take your first question first, I have the utmost respect and personal affection for my good, close, personal friend, Ted Kennedy.  We have worked in the most civil, colleagual, bipartisan matter to address all the concerns of the Mexican people about our bill, and Lord Guinness has done my bidding well, as an experienced Sith apprentice should.

Second, I’m confident that the Republican primary voters will see and embrace my vision for America and will support me for the nomination, even if I have to overshadow each and every !#$%ed last one of them to the gates of hell as they go in to cast their ballots.

Third, and lastly, your name is going on my list.

All is proceeding as I have foreseen….

Evidently Senator McCain is trying to do get his mojo back through a conference call he had with a group of moderate bloggers.

Here is all you need to know via Capt Ed:

“He also wanted to caution the GOP about recognizing the humanity of the issue. We could lose the Hispanic vote for a generation, despite their being a natural constituency of the Republicans due to their affinity to free-market principles and conservative social values.”

WTF? McCain would lecture the GOP, that RINO backstabbing SOB! So in otherwords, in McCain’s view you’re not a good GOP’er if you oppose the bill, if you dare to question his view?

No, sir, F-K you!

McCain just spilled the beans on what this is really all about, a sellout to buy votes. I’ve heard enough. You know I’ve been willing to give this bill a chance because we do need something to fix the current FUBAR’d system. But after a weekend of reading the bill and quiet meditation, I’ve come to one conclusion.

McCain’s an idiot, and I’m now officially opposing this bill.

(Crossposted at Macsmind)

What’s really behind this amnesty bill? You might be shocked to learn that it’s about much more than admitting illegals into our country with a gilt-edged carte blanche invite to help themselves to everything we’ve worked hard and paid dearly (read: taxes) to have.

Christi (with the Coalition Against Illegal Immigration) at Common Sense America has it figured out, even if the two Congressmen I interviewed on last night’s show — Representatives Steve Pearce (R-New Mexico), whose district is a SOUTHERN border district, and Tom Feeney (R- FL) don’t.

The Congressmen said they weren’t even aware of this, or had “heard something about it”. (The podcast of the show and their comments can be heard at ASKShow.com — click on the Podcast located in the right sidebar.)

They aren’t aware? Please.

Click to watch and find out what’s really hidden inside the language and intent of this bill — then forward it to YOUR representative. Let’s make sure they all “are aware“. And that they know we are too.

The REAL reason for the Amnesty Bill

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The Radio Patriot

That’s the first lyric of Faith Of The Heart, the theme song of the last Star Trek series, Enterprise, which ran from 2001 through 2005.  That is also the rough line of temporal demarcation for the heyday of GOP governance under George W. Bush.  So, in other words, the debacle of 2006 was all Brannon Braga’s fault.  Hey, why not?  As far as we Trekkers are concerned, just about everything else is.

The title reference is to the Hobson’s own time I had getting into the site this morning, at one point of which I had four webmail windows open with replacement password requests and replies zinging back and forth like a runaway Pong game.  It also included a cry for help to the Admiral that, naturally, preceded my usual do-it-yourself fusillade.  But then Ed has been having technical difficulties of his own, so I’m grateful to end up not having to add to that burden.  Though probably not as much as he is.

I should also briefly explain the “Admiral” nickname.  It’s based on a line from a second season episode of….uh, forget it.  You can read about that wing of my establishment here.  Suffice it to say, a captain commands a single ship, whilst an admiral commands a fleet.  Or, in this case, hosts and moderates.  As long as I don’t goof up my intermix matrices, I should be able to stay in formation.

My temperment, though, may be more of a challenge.

Now that I have Jonah-Goldbergized myself as HR’s resident scifi geek, on to the introduction.

My name is Elmer J. Fudd, millionaire; I own a mansion and a yacht….

No, wait, that can’t be right….

I am Locutus…of Borg….

[*ahem*] Okay, I know that one’s off. Third try’s the charm, right?

Ladies, gentlemen, various nations and stuff. My name is Jim Sondergeld. And I…am a terminal blogger. Though I use my ordinary designation to trod the highways and byways of the workaday world, it is obvious that I am a far more interesting personality then that veneer would suggest.

Given that veneer, how could I not be?

And though the world has come to know me as Jim Sondergeld, mild-mannered CPA, in cyberspace I prefer to be called by my chosen, way cooler handle: JASmius. The origin of which is a full-blown excursion into puerile arcana; it’s enough for me that it fits neatly on my license plates.

I have amassed 42 years of life, 36 years of faith, 27 years of conservative Republicanism, 18 years of marriage, 15 years of online political debate experience, 2 teenage kids, 1 annoying cat, and a mo-odest mo-o-ortgage. I come to you not from atop a building in mid-town Manhatten, or even downtown Tacoma, but from HardStarboard World Headquarters, which is about five yards away from my washer/dryer combo. I have no golden HSR microphone, but an Office Depot headset. I have a face for radio, a voice for print, and fingers for listening, or so my spouse tells me. Or, as the old saying goes, “You can always tell a German - but you can’t tell him much.”

After a lifetime of talking to myself, technology has finally provided the world a means of listening in. And that has afforded me, at Admiral Ed’s gracious invitation, the honor and privilege of entrance into these august posting ranks.

To edit a Larryism, I’m giddier than a [mentally challenged individual] in a room full ‘o bouncy balls.  Not just to be posting here, but that I finally managed to log on without having to MacGyverize the lock.

And now the conversation….can continue.

It must be tough to be Jimmy Carter. Not quite forgotten as one of the worst Presidents of the 20th century, Jimmy seems to be on a crusade for attention, something like you’d expect from Britney Spears during a slow week. Where Britney shows the world her bare head and her bare…well, you know, Jimmy says outrageous things with no basis, no proof, and certainly no intelligence.

Evidence of this can be seen in not only his original comment this week to the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette, but his backpedaling later. 

“I think as far as the adverse impact on the nation around the world, this administration has been the worst in history,” he pontificated.  Pretty strong statement, with a pretty definite meaning.  There’s really no way to parse that.  What you see is what you get.

Here are his convoluted tap-dancing skills on display later, and as you can see, he’s a bit rusty.

“(My comments) were interpreted as comparing this whole administration to all other administrations when what I was actually doing was responding to a question about foreign policy between (President Richard) Nixon and this administration, and I think that this administration’s foreign policy compared to Nixon’s was much worse. … I wasn’t comparing this administration with other administrations throughout history but just with President Nixon’s…”

Okay, Jimmy. Let’s look at that original comment again.

“I think as far as the adverse impact on the nation around the world, this administration has been the worst in history.”

Not “the worst since Nixon,” not “the worst in a while.”

Someone please tell this man that there’s a room at a nursing home somewhere with his name on it. I’m not a fan of psychotropic drugs, but in this case I think Jimmy’s already got the tardive dyskinesia. Let’s get out the Haldol.

And before some liberal comes over and says, “How can you say that?!  Why would you put Jimmy on Haldol?  Mental disorders are a serious problem!” let me just assure you that I know this.  I’m just looking out for Jimmy.

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Oliver North isn’t sure.

While sipping lattes, editorial board members conclude that things aren’t going well [in Iraq], so we must end our involvement with the same lack of commitment as that binding a Hollywood marriage. It’s been five years, after all — longer than World War II. Our drive-thru culture and ADD-afflicted electorate just don’t have the staying power to defeat a determined enemy.

The war is lost says Harry Reid. Democrats demand withdrawal. The White House stumbles and stammers to try to explain the threat. Terrorists plotting to attack a major military base in our homeland are rooted out and the mainstream media gives it the same attention as teenagers apprehended painting graffiti under a bridge.

If Israelis want to celebrate a 60th birthday, they better not count on Washington. If it had been up to this crowd, the Jewish state would have been destroyed long ago.

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Jessie MacBeth, the pencil-thin, stuttering excuse for a man who claimed that he had committed war crimes in Iraq, has been charged with one count of “one count of using or possessing a forged or altered military discharge certificate, and one count of making false statements in seeking benefits from the Veterans Administration.”

Of course, that leaves antiwar organizations like Iraq Veterans Against the War with egg on their face. It looks great on there, too, I gotta tell you.

Organizations that opposed the war, including Iraq Veterans Against the War, posted videos or statements containing Macbeth’s claims on their Web sites. In one videotaped interview, a skinny, stuttering Macbeth, dressed in a camouflage jacket, described slaughtering hundreds of people in a mosque: “We would burn their bodies … hang their bodies from the rafters in the mosque,” he said.

…“He approached us in early 2006, posing as a war veteran. He seemed very emotionally distressed about his experiences,” said Amadee Braxton, a spokeswoman for Iraq Veterans Against the War, based in Philadelphia.

Note the “it’s not our fault” statement there. God forbid they actually check out their people before they put them forward as paragons of the antiwar movement. All you need to do, apparently, is “seem emotionally distressed.”

Idiots, the lot of them.

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