CSPAN: Democrats ran interference for Fannie Mae & Freddie Mac

October 1, 2008

Barney Frank wants voters to believe that the Bush administration got us into the present financial mess. This is a toxic lie, as shown by these CSPAN excerpts from 2004 Congressional hearings on tighter regulation of Fannie and Freddie. Note that the Democrat members are challenging Republican’s attempts to raise alarms about a subprime-related housing meltdown and, in particular, excoriating government regulators for their testimony.

Selling America’s economy down the river started years ago and Democrats who would tell you that Republicans failed you are flat-out lying.

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Crap sandwiches

October 1, 2008

I love Jonah Goldberg. Dude can write. And what he writes cuts through the editorial blather better than anybody opining for New York-area dailies since William Safire retired from the Times.

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Boobs loose again in Vermont

September 30, 2008

How does that old playground joke go?

Q. What’s the difference between mothers’ milk and cows’ milk?

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Open for business

September 30, 2008

RS@N is now open for comments. You’ll have to register first, but I won’t make you wear the club tie or anything like that. Sign-up, sign-in and sound-off.

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Pishwaugh and the Prizefighter

March 30, 2005

In a little while, O’Malley came back into the bar and took a stool. “It’s all fixed,” the little man said.

“What’s fixed?” Pish replied, regarding him carefully.

“The match. I’ve got it all worked out. ”

The barkeep caught Pish’s eye and, with a nod, set two fresh glasses on the bar. Pish raised his and in a movement, emptied it, eyes damp. O’Malley made a small noise above his whisky, cupping the glass with two hands in the manner of someone warding off chill. The extra exertion seemed to work, as in a moment he brightened visibly and said “Farth round. He’ll take a knee.”

Pish considered this news for a moment and thought that the odds were only slightly better. “Will he come out punching?” he asked.

The little man appeared perplexed. “He’s his father’s son, now isn’t he?”

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