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Friday, October 14, 2005

My mindmeld with Jonah Goldberg

Over at NRO, Jonah sums up my feelings exactly on the Harriet Miers kerfuffle:
This is my last column on Harriet Miers until her confirmation hearings begin — or until her press conference announcing that for the good of her (insert "country," "president," "family," "party," "faith" or "sanity") she's withdrawing from consideration for the Supreme Court.

Such resolutions are necessary because Miers Mental Dementia Obsessive Hysteria (Mm'Doh!) is becoming a huge problem in conservative circles. Ground zero of the outbreak is the White House. The syndrome seems to cause disorientation, sudden irrelevant or counter-productive outbursts — about religion or loyalty, for example — and even strange paranoid delusions in which a perfidious cabal of right-wing "elitists" at the Federalist Society — as opposed to the Cheez Wiz-sucking Joe Six-Packs who really make up its rank and file — are secretly trying to prevent female corporate lawyers of the evangelical faith from being anything but moms, schoolmarms or, uh, White House counsels. "This far and no farther!" declare the Federalist phantasms, "keep 'em barefoot and in the West Wing."

Word is that former RNC Chairman Ed Gillespie made a brief visit to the Oval Office and accidentally drank some of the tap water. Shortly thereafter, he showed up at National Review in a tie-dyed muumuu, set fire to a very sensible bra, and chided editors for opposing such an admirable American womyn. Fortunately, I wasn't there, but I'm told he then pointed to the Xerox machine and shouted, "Look! Cows!" and collapsed to the floor. Like I said, the dementia is getting out of hand. (In other news, the Secret Service stopped George Will as he tried to barge into the White House, reportedly to explain the Constitutional Convention to the president with hand puppets.)
OK, I included all that because it made me laugh. Maybe Jonah doesn't share my feelings exactly, because my feelings aren't that funny. Jonah's point is summed up in the final paragraphs.
Now that my fever's subsiding, I don't care so much. No criticism remains unspoken, no gripe unexpressed. The hearings will reveal what they'll reveal.
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Take plenty of fluids, wait for the hearings, this fever will pass.
In essence, chill out and let the woman speak. Unwritten but inherent in this piece is this: George Bush is not going to withdraw his nomination. He has a track record of stubbornness, and it's not going to end now. Miers might pull herself out, but everything I've read tells me that's highly unlikely at best.

By the way, for the record, I'm not chilling because I'm growing accustomed to the nomination. As Jonah said, "Even now, ice pack on my brow, I remain convinced Miers was a very, very bad pick." I just see no point in continued hand-wringing in the face of a president who remains loyal to "his people," sometimes (it could be argued) to a fault.

Hope that mindmeld didn't hurt Jonah; I'd hate to be responsible for cutting short a brilliant career.

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