I normally eschew political kiss-and-tell books, especially those by journalists, because they are almost uniformly self-serving to the authors, biased in favor of the author's predilections, and impregnated with unprovable slanders and gossip by unnamed sources with axes to grind. I believe I shall purchase John Heileman and Mark Halperin's Game Change, however, because early snippets suggest the sources are factual, the methodology take-no-prisoners regardless of political persuasion, and, most importantly, the reveals salacious.
Here is Harry Reid on record saying Obama could win because he's "light-skinned" and doesn't speak with a "negro dialect." Reid has already apologized for the statement, therefore I'm reasonably satisfied with the accuracy of the book to this point.
There is Bill Clinton, begging Ted Kennedy for the Camelot endorsement after Obama's Iowa win, saying "A few years ago, this guy would have been getting us coffee."
(And Great God, how racist liberals are in private. One would almost believe they only care about minorities for their votes, or something.)
Yonder are the megalomaniacal John Edwards, his harridan wife, and his psychotic bitch fling imploding before our eyes in a torrid fuck scandal, which scandal the entire country was aware of even as not one outlet would report on it, other than the National Enquirer.
This book looks like it's going the distance. I must read more. As an aside, I note the only thing on Palin I've read so far, that she kept calling Biden O'Biden during debate rehearsals, was already copped to in her book, so that's a nonstarter. And McCain advisor Steve "The Tumor" Schmidt was a primary source for this work. I therefore feel confident the dozens of AP and Big Three and WaPo and NYT resources devouring this book haven't discovered anything of import on my favorite thrillbilly.
I do notice there has been no advance grease on Obama in this thing. I attribute this to media blackout. It's like the Luftwaffe trying to find a light in London during the Blitz, is shedding light on this guy. (I was going to offer the metaphor of no light being able to escape a black hole, but that would be racist, like Harry Reid).
In short, I look forward to dining on the entrails of some of our more infamous public figures, iffen the stories do not all leak out before my copy arrives. I am as the vulture to their Prometheus, tiny of brainpan but convinced I am ordained by the gods. Which conceit, coincidentally, got John Edwards uncomfortably close to being President of the United States, now that I think about it.
Posted by Velociman at January 9, 2010 7:09 PM