TINFOILHAT: Huffington, an “opportunist”?


Arianna Huffington’s ideological transformation

By Dana Milbank

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

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This transformation should come as no surprise to anybody who has followed Huffington’s remarkable career. Greek-born and Cambridge-educated, she has always been on the move ideologically, from her early squabbles with feminism to her role as a minister with the new-age Movement for Spiritual Inner Awareness, from her membership in Newt Gingrich’s brain trust to her stint as populist activist – all before her greatest act, the Huffington Post.

I say this with admiration. Huffington deserves every one of those millions she’ll be paid by AOL for creating this online sensation.

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Could, perhaps, she better be characterized as an “opportunist”?

Moving her “beliefs” to what sells “best”!

I remember listening to her when she was on the tube in the “conservative role”. She just didn’t ring true. As if she was working form talking points. (You can always tell a “true believer” they have their talking points engraved on their heart. I always attributed her stumbling on points to “English as a Second Language”. It really was I’m just peddling the pablum to a willing audience.

I find that distressing. This whole episode distressing. It’s like she’s an entertainer changing roles.

By definition, she has no credibility. When you hear her spout, she’s merely repeating someone else’s ideas. I’d rather hear from the originator. Newt, Walter Williams, Rick Santelli, Bill Cosby, even the late Daniel Patrick Moynihan. Give us the original thinkers speaking in their own voice. Not regurgitated <synonym for excrement>!

Given that AOL is a shadow of its former self, relying on surviving on the ignorance of old people to pay a monthly subscription, thay have to find a source of revenue that’s not dying.

Sorry to say, I think they just pumped more money down a rathole.

Due to a good pitch by a master saleswoman.

But they shouldn’t feel bad, Adam was sold an apple by the same type of gal!

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RANT: This shows that medical regulation is hopeless


Bottom implant op kills hip hop girl

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THIS is British wannabe hip-hop star Claudia Aderotimi, who died after an illegal cosmetic procedure to enhance her bottom went tragically wrong.

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Police said she and her pals checked into the cheap Philadelphia hotel to have the illegal procedure.

But almost 12 hours after receiving the injections in her rear she began complaining of chest pains and was rushed to hospital, where she died at 1.32am on Tuesday.

It is suspected she may have been injected with industrial silicone normally used as a sealant instead of the more expensive variety usually used for legal breast enlargements.

It is also thought the substance was mistakenly injected into a vein.

US cops were last night seeking the “doctor”, who left after giving the jabs in room 425 of the Hampton Inn hotel, near Philadelphia airport.

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RIP Claudia. You looked beautiful; you were beautiful. What made you think you needed more?

Perhaps if we had LESS Gooferment regulation of medical stuff, this might not have happened.

Hard to believe that a free market in medicine would not have made her more suspicious of a strange practitioner, given her options that she could afford, and permitted her to have it done at a cost she could afford safely.

In this case, the Gooferment has failed in its only duty to protect “We, The People” from force or fraud.

“Medical tourism” gone awry. Why didn’t she go to Asia or India like the other folks do?

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FUN: The girl of his dreams wasn’t


Half Cup of Tea
submitted by Cynthia Beresford, UK

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Jeremy, who was a very timid young man, had one or two little manias. One of these was that he never wanted more than half a cup of tea. Mostly, though, people were too thoughtless or too generous and they always seemed to fill his cup up.

This girl he met, the daughter of friend of his mother’s, she asked him:

“ Would you like a cup of tea?”

“ Just half , if you don’t mind”

She poured him exactly half a cup.

Over the next few weeks they got to know each other better and nine months on they got engaged.

When he had timidly given her the ring she asked:

“ What was it about me that……?”

He smiled: “I asked you for half a cup of tea and you gave me what I asked for”

She blushed: “It was a terrible moment, that was all I had left in the pot…… I felt awful.”

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A Spoonful of Salt
submitted by Alan Maley, UK

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He met her at a party. She was so outstanding, all the guys were chasing after her. As for him, he felt so ordinary and nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but being polite, she agreed. They sat in a nice coffee shop, but he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, and thought, please, let me go home…. when suddenly he asked the waiter. “Would you please give me some salt? I’d like to put it in my coffee.”

Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously; why salt? Why not sugar?” He replied,”When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea and the taste of the salty sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have salty coffee, I think of my childhood, think of my hometown. I miss my hometown so much, and I miss my parents who are still living there”.

Tears suddenly filled his eyes. She was deeply touched by his words. A man who can reveal his homesickness, must be a man who loves home, cares about home, feels the responsibility of home. Then she also started to speak, about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family….her life. And that was the beautiful beginning of their story. Later, after their marriage, every time she made coffee for him, she put a spoonful of salt in it as she knew that was how he liked it.

40 years later, he passed away, leaving her a letter which said:

“My dearest, please forgive me. My whole Life has been based on a lie. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time. I actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that would be the start of our life together! I wanted to tell you the truth many times in but I was too afraid to do that. Now I’m dying, I’m afraid of nothing so here is the truth: I don’t like salty coffee – I hate the taste… But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life!”

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