Elizabeth v. Rosie Meltdown

Catfight.

Did I say catfight?

Is it a catfight when one of the battling creatures is some sort of mythological beast with the hindquarters of a hippopotamus and the head of a drooling imbecile?

Anyway. Elizabeth stands firm here and grills Rosie on the fact that she continues to avoid answering her own rhetorical question -- "Who are the real terrorists?" Rosie keeps telling us what she doesn't mean -- she doesn't mean the troops, she swears -- but she wont say who she does mean. Despite mutliple invitations, verging on demands, to clarify.

As Allah notes, the "I support the troops" line is a pretty empty platitude when you're simultaneously accusing them of being "the real terrorists." Rosie wants ot say that, but not be charged with actually saying it.

In her heart, I guess she means that it's the Bush Administration who are the "real terrorists" -- but, um, it's the troops carrying out his terrorist orders, no? As they're so fond of pointing out, Bush, Cheney, and Rove aren't actually fighting this war with their own asses on the line; so who, precisely, is doing the actual terrorizing?

There is no answer, other than the obvious one, which is why Rosie simply shakes her Jabba-jowls in disdain while refusing to answer.

I really think Elizabeth comes off well here. I'd previously, to tell the truth, figured she was a bit of an idiot. But she's not, and she's dead-on balls-out right when she says that Rosie has to be a big girl (done, and done! on that score) and "defend her own insinuations."

The mot juste. Insinuations. Rosie wants to insinuate but not be called on the obvious insinuations she's making, whether it's about our Terrorist Troops or Bush's (wink!) collusion with bin Ladin to carry off 9/11.

Donald Trump... once again emailed:

Ace,

Rosie is a loser, I mean, seriously, look at that big fat muffin-top spilling all sloppy over her maternity pants, what kind of slob do you have to be let yourself go like that? She's such a fat stupid woman, she really is, even her muffin-top itself has sub-muffin-tops spiling off it like the crests of large breaking waves of lard.

Can you imagine her poor wife Kelly having to look at her naked every night? It's like Dresden after the firebombing, only with cellulite and varicose veins.

Anyway, just wanted to say keep up the good work, caught the reference to you on Limbaugh today, and that Rosie is a fat loser slob with a destructive personality and no ratings and that you should buy some Trump Steaks, because nothing says class like mass-market celebrity-endorsed mail-ordered food, and also that I may send over one of my lovely assistants to steal Rosie's wife away from her, it shouldn't be that hard, I mean look at her, it's like one of the sandworms from Dune just completely gave up and decided to stop the cross-country sand-tunneling regimen and instead just sit on a fucking Craftmatic Adjustable and watch The Hills and Best Week Ever all goddamned day.

Rosie has no ratings,

Donald Trump

Update: Yes, tomorrow is the big day on The View for the Truthers.

I don't know yet if any rebuttal guests have been scheduled.

I'm guessing Barbara Walters is going to stay clear of this one.

She's got a reputation to protect, after all. After all, she was the dilligent invetigative reporter who asked Loni Anderson about her breast reduction surgery.

posted by Ace at 03:27 PM

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