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March 11, 2006
Chris Matthews, Tubby Eighth Grader
Wonkette, under new management (and therefore not necessarily entirely without charm or talent), has been quoting a lot from a Washingtonian editor named Kim Eisler, a liberal Democrat who happens to also be a friend of Jack Abramoff's. And a man who stubbornly insists on sticking by his friend despite Howie Kurtz' belief he should abandon him.
Interesting stuff; I haven't seen anyone defend Abramoff much. Eisler makes the good point that if Abramoff is supposedly guilty of defrauding his Indian clients by not doing any actual work for them, how the hell can he also be charged with bribing Congressmen and Senators on their behalf? That would seem like serious work, and the kind of work that could land you in prison.
Can someone defraud you by not working for you while simultaneously working so hard for you he risks time in jail? Apparently so.
Anyway, Eisler wrote a letter to Time Magazine seeking a minor correction, over whether or not Abramoff ate nonkosher food while dining with Indian clients. In fairness, Eisler really had no first-hand knowledge of whether Abramoff did or didn't, but merely reported that his friend was strictly kosher and said he didn't eat nonkosher at the time in question.
And despite the fact that they edited out Eisler's actual point (leaving aside the validity of that point, which we're not touching), we do think it was nice of Time to print a letter refuting a fact in one of their pieces. What we're saying is, we're glad Time printed it. Because it led to another hilarious, fantastic media moment: hate mail from Chris Matthews.
Handwritten and sent to Kim Eisler's home. Best line: “I think Time just published that letter so my friends could laugh at you.â€
“My friends.â€
This town is middle school. We love it.
He's got a point. I haven't heard "All my friends think you're x" since middle school.
Chris Matthews. He's an adult man. Supposedly he has his own TV show, I hear.