Daily Archives: January 14, 2009

Coffee Time


No wonder you’re sneakin’ in the side door, Barry:

“Obama held a meeting with several columnists and liberal commentators this morning, following up on last night’s dinner with conservative writers, according to sources with knowledge of the meeting.”

In other words Michael Calderone who requested anonmity of himself — and granted it.

“The group included the Washington Post’s E.J. Dionne and Eugene Robinson, the Wall Street Journal’s Gerry Seib, National Journal’s Ron Brownstein, the New York Times Frank Rich and Maureen Dowd, The Atlantic’s Andrew Sullivan, and MSNBC’s Rachel Maddow, among others.
Some of the writers there today are clearly on the liberal side, while others more moderate. Regardless, it’s still quite a contrast from yesterday’s dinner companions: George Will, Bill Kristol, David Brooks, Charles Krauthammer, Peggy Noonan, and Paul Gigot.”

No shit.:

“Obama Tuesday night trekked to the Chevy Chase, Md., home of conservative columnist George F. Will to talk politics and get to know some of his fiercest intellectual adversaries: Charles Krauthammer, William Kristol, Larry Kudlow, David Brooks, Rich Lowry, Peggy Noonan, Michael Barone, and Paul Gigot.

The two-and-half-hour dinner, which came at Will’s request.”

George says “Jump,” Barry asks “How high?”

“It’s interesting that Sullivan — author of “The Conservative Soul” — was invited along with the more liberal wing of the chattering class.”

No it isn’t.

“Perhaps his Palin-bashing during the campaign wouldn’t have gone over well with the righties.”

Or perhaps they don’t like “Fags.”

“Today’s meeting was held at the transition headquarters, and lasted about an hour and fifteen minutes. All the participants sat a long conference table. Unlike dinner at Will’s house, there weren’t refreshments.
“It was a pretty intense back and forth about a lot of stuff,” said one attendee, declining to get into specifics, since the meeting was off the record.”

You bet it was intense considering Barry didn’t offer so much as a fucking cup of coffee!

Fred and Lucille will sing — and dance — us out.