“In some cases, such as the bitter infighting between McCain aides and Palin, the book adds detail to what long ago leaked to the press. Former McCain advisers Schmidt and Nicolle Wallace, who obviously served as sources, found that Palin’s “concept of rudimentary facts and concepts was minimal. Palin couldn’t explain why North and South Korea were separate nations. She didn’t know what the Fed did.” In a screaming match after the disastrous Katie Couric interview, “Wallace could barely fathom Palin’s hissy fit.” But is it fair to cite unnamed aides as wondering if Palin “was mentally unstable”?”
Actually there’s no need of anonymous aides when it’s painfully obvious that the party in question is at best “Low Normal.”
But it’s against the law for “Mainstream” journalists to speak ill of Republicans, or truly analyze the party from whence they came.
However when it comes to Democrats. . .
“The reporting on John and Elizabeth Edwards provides the starkest contrast between public smiles and private hell. The book depicts the former senator as a self-absorbed egomaniac who fired a staffer for questioning whether he was having an affair with videographer Rielle Hunter. And the authors are especially harsh on what they call “the lie of Saint Elizabeth,” saying the candidate’s cancer-stricken wife was seen by insiders as “an abusive, intrusive, paranoid, condescending crazywoman.” They describe her as ridiculing John as a “hick” and, in a scene in an airport parking lot, tearing off her blouse and wailing to her husband, “Look at me!”
Either journalists were unaware of this backstage animosity or some of them, sympathetic to the ailing Elizabeth, looked the other way.”
Heaven forfend anyone show sympathy to a woman with terminal cancer! Especially one with a husband whose adultery ruined his chances for the Presidency — adultery being far more important that the wars in Iraq and Afganistan, the earthquake in Haiti, global warming, poverty, unemployment, AIDS, et.al.
And there’s no doubt they’ll look the other way when it comes to curling irons.
Sing us out Dana and Catherine!