He's my man.
And this blog entry has absolutely nothing to do with my need for an opportunity to practice the html to embed a photo, oops, I mean "image."
Not that I want to digress from the lovin' I'm feelin'. Heck, I'm so full of the pash I'll even spread the gooey stuff over the AP's Tim Whitmire, Washington Post's Peter Baker and the New York Times' (Jim Rutenberg the "Charlotte Observer's" Carrie Levine and anyone else who mentioned either Harry's question, the protests outside, OR the fact that they couldn't get takers on the 1000 tickets to attend the event.
Don't think that I spent way too much time learning "roll over titles" and email link html has in any way dimishes the depth of emotion I feel for these fine
rags I mean PR outlets I mean journalistic institutions.
Now I've added the strikethrough (this html trick has a lot of potential), but this also does not distract from the
disgust no, no, no dismay no, no, no, wonder I feel that no other paper in the state has covered the failed visit. (Don't worry Reuter's India has. Or that no articles are showing up right now on the CO's website. Or that I couldn't find either of the Southern Dem's links any other way than through her blog entry.
And I won't waste too much of your time pointing out that if you look closely, you'll note that the while the CO had Carrie-dear at the protest, they just used AP feed for the inside scoop. (Have they been suffering from cutbacks, poor souls? Or could it be possible the locals were shorted on the press passes? (That makes no sense considering Bu$hCo's need for good publicity but I'll consider it since I'm still feeling pretty love-mode even though my shoulders and eyes are burning from trying out all this code crap.)
And you all surely have noticed how generous I must be feeling that I'm this far down the page before I mention that the regularly ass-kissing Post opened the article with the spoon-fed angle that the Bu$hCo folks actually wanted:
to put him in front of crowds for spontaneous exchanges to show he is not afraid of criticism.
The administration's less consistent john, the New York Times, at least had the temerity to wait until the fourth paragraph:
The visit here was part of the White House strategy
But don't let my upmost respect for the old gray lady's ability to hold off for four whole paragraphs what they were ordered to do detract from the intoxication inspired by my main man, Harry. Just check out these quotes and feel your insides get all soft and tingly:
"While I listen to you talk about freedom, I see you assert your right to tap my telephone, to arrest me and hold me without charges,"
"What I wanted to say to you is that I — in my lifetime, I have never felt more ashamed of, nor more frightened by my leadership in Washington, including the presidency, by the Senate."
Now after reading that, can anyone possibly doubt the richness, the depth, the thoroughness of my affection? No, no, no. Affection is too tepid, too neutral of a word. Yet, passion is too tawdry. I have no words. (Well, we all know that's not true but it sounded dramatic, didn't it?)
The question I'm dancing around here is: how can anyone reading this keep from seeking out this Harry and showering him with hugs and kisses and roses and . . . gosh, is this must be what stalkers go through. Or the FBI (with different gifts in mind). Or the DHS. (Let's pray Harry doesn't have any young daughters.)
But I digress. Let's move on to the piece de resistence. Then you'll understand.
Mr. Taylor continued, "I would hope from time to time that you have the humility and the grace to be ashamed of yourself."
Now that is so abjectly beautiful it brings tears to my eyes. It truly does. Harry, oh Harry, just when I was about to give up on humanity, someone like you comes along. And nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing is the same. (Now can we get roll over audio? You know, the ending of Barbra's "He Touched Me?" No, I'm not learning the html tonight.)