The fact that I loathe Bill Bennett should be obvious, considering I wrote one of my “100 Things” largely about him and his ilk:
39. I believe most of the world’s ills are caused by people who think they know what’s best for someone else.
So is it any wonder I sat seething before the television tonight, watching Bennett slither out from under his gambling problem by smacking softballs lobbed by Tim Russert.
After what could only be called a skillful dodging of the gambling question (“I’m just like everyone else”), Bennett felt free to pontificate on a range of issues. He mentioned 9/11 about five times when talking about Iraq, smiled with glee over the deaths of the Hussein brothers, said a president should be given the benefit of doubt in a war, and conceded that some gay people may lead relatively perversion-free lives, but that “marriage has been devalued enough without doing something else to weaken it.”
Hateful right-wing weasel.
“So is it any wonder I sat seething before the television tonight,”
Yeah… why not do something enjoyable?
Why have an unmemorable evening when you can get your rage on?
As I’ve owned up to numerous times before, sometimes I can’t help myself in these situations. Bill Bennett comes on, his jowls flapping, and I want to see what he has to say.
Why is an evening devoid of (impotent) rage necessarily unmemorable?
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I go now.
You’re right. I set out to expose Jesse’s false opposition of anger and enjoyment (see: Duckman) and created another false opposition myself.
Sometimes after an electrical storm I see in five
dimensions.
Bennett may have a clear conscience, but I doubt he’ll ever really clear out his colon.
When you have millions of dollars to shit away on chance and laggardly vice, morality gets so much clearer. I wonder when’s the last time he walked on anything but red carpet, marble, or a treadmill?
I want to make a gambling website where you pick some a poor loser-dreamer, give them 10,000 and the gamble is: can they do something cool with it? Maybe if there were a way to pit the dreamers against one another in some kind of friendly community-centered competition (which group can do the most to help kids with their 10 grand). Of course, I would be the first poor loser-dreamer on the site.