No wonder Rupert Murdoch is hemorrhaging money – he actually pays some idiot named "Karl Rove" to write crap like this from today’s Wall Street Journal:
On Tuesday night, Mr. Obama told Congress and the nation, "I reject the view that . . . says government has no role in laying the foundation for our common prosperity." Who exactly has that view? Certainly not congressional Republicans . . .
Yikes. Someone please tell me this an Onion piece.
Mr. Obama also said that America's economic difficulties resulted when "regulations were gutted for the sake of a quick profit at the expense of a healthy market." Who gutted which regulations?
Oh, no, you DEH-ent.
Even in an ostensibly nonpartisan speech marking Lincoln's 200th birthday, Mr. Obama used a straw-man argument, decrying "a philosophy that says every problem can be solved if only government would step out of the way; that if government were just dismantled, divvied up into tax breaks, and handed out to the wealthiest among us, it would somehow benefit us all. Such knee-jerk disdain for government -- this constant rejection of any common endeavor -- cannot rebuild our levees or our roads or our bridges."
Whose philosophy is this?
Oh, Cheese n’ Rice, Karl, please:
Here are some more Things You Wouldn’t Have Known Unless Karl Rove Had Told You:
Every House Republican voted for an alternative stimulus plan
The Bush tax cuts were not targeted to "the wealthiest few."
And, finally, this "Karl Rove" moran – obviously someone who was asleep for most if not all of 2008 (I seem also to recall something about "Math" and the 2006 elections . . . ), asks this cogent question:
Which Republican ran against [Obama] on fear, conflict and discord?
Is this a trick question? Do I have to pick just one answer?
Karl Rove, still creating his own reality, while we are left to just shake our heads at what he and the rest of the members of his dwindling species are doing:
Republican[s] who inhabit the very small and besieged archipelago known as the Islands of I, Me and Mine have taken to spluttering and fuming more and more strenuously as the rising tide of Global Meltdown - the same Global Meltdown their blindly followed instincts have created, the same Global Meltdown they still somehow believe it useful to deny - renders their natural habitat smaller and smaller, leaving them less and less room to maneuver. The past eight years have shown them to be flightless creatures incapable of soaring, let alone getting off the ground; thus they are reduced to squawking and flapping their gums and strutting imperiously about a comically ever-more-tiny domain of which they each believe themselves to be unchallenged master.