In a campaign season where a candidates’ literal (and Internet) bedmates are more discussed than his political ones, the New York Times recently noted that scandal-tainted politicians like Eliot Spitzer and Anthony Weiner have retained a disproportionate level of support among black voters.
Even before the scandal involving a video of his allegedly smoking crack, Toronto's mayor was the most American-style politician in Canada
It’s still a close race, but the odds are that Washington, D.C., mayor Adrian Fenty will lose to D.C. Council chairman Vincent Gray in the dispositive Democratic primary next Tuesday.
If you’re a journalist, chances are you’ve had some pretty low moments in the last few years, as your industry has imploded all around you. But, in your darkest hours, you were always able to console yourself with one thought: At least I’m not Tucker Carlson. Just consider his bad run. It started in October 2004, when Jon Stewart went on CNN’s “Crossfire,” co-hosted by Carlson, and accused the show of “hurting America,” while making fun of Carlson’s trademark bow tie and calling him a “dick”--all to the laughter and applause of the studio audience.
Just to follow up on Crowley's post, now that Giuliani's abandoned Senate and Gubernatorial runs, I think it's past time that we repurposed Marion Barry's old line about Jesse Jackson. Update: Oops, looks like I channeled my inner-Marion Barry too soon. The Daily News is reporting that Rudy's not running for governor so that (contra what he told Crowley) he can run for Senate. Later Update: Now Rudy's spokeswoman is denying the Daily News report. There's a lesson here: Never doubt Crowley, or the little voice of Marion Barry that speaks inside all of us.
In the summer of 1990, I was 16 years old and working as an intern on Capitol Hill. As one might expect of a high school student who spends his summer vacation interning for a senator--rather than, say, working as a camp counselor or hanging out at the beach--I had a somewhat inflated view of my importance. I came to work early and stayed late, certain my presence was vital to the smooth running of government. But about halfway through the summer, I put in for a day off. My boss, probably thinking I was going to do something fun, eagerly granted it. Little did she know.
Ed Kilgore is managing editor of The Democratic Strategist, a senior fellow at the Progressive Policy Institute, and a frequent contributor to a variety of political journals. As a follow-up to Jason's post on the sadly banal nature of Marion Barry's latest personal scandal as compared to his crack-smoking-on-camera classic, I would observe that Barry has also lost a step in his talent for outrageous official positions. Back in the day, Barry was best known for his ill-disguised advocacy of the idea that municipal government should exist for the benefit of its employees rather than its citi
As someone who was born and raised in D.C., I can't say I have much affection for Marion Barry, but I can't deny that, like any political rascal, he possessed a certain charisma and larger-than-life quality. Even his lowest moment--getting busted smoking crack in a hotel room with a woman who was not his wife--was, for all its seediness, undeniably operatic, not to mention (thanks to the FBI's surveillance camera) cinematic . So, while I'm not surprised that Barry continues to run afoul of the law, I am a bit taken aback by just how petty and, frankly, mundane his recent troubles have been.
Ta-Nehisi Coates, reacting to Marc Fisher's column on Palin's "everywoman" appeal, makes a smart point: As Fisher points out in his column, this is an extension of this idea that expertise, intelligence, and considered opinion are overrated.
It took Dave Marash about four years as a Washington anchor to become disgusted with the pandering, the triviality, and the sensationalism of TV news. Marash was a paragon of seriousness, as his bearded chin and intense eyes announced to even casual viewers of WRC-TV, Washington's local NBC affiliate, and, by 1989, he was fed up.