Anything happen today? Sure.
As night fell on Tuesday after a day in which rebel forces gained “full control” over Moammar Gadhafi’s fortified Bab al-Aziziya compound in Libya’s capital, heavy fighting was reported in a southern desert city, Sabha, that rebels forecast would be Gadhafi loyalists’ last redoubt . .
That’s some big news. Also: Charges were dropped against the ultra-powerful, ultra-capitalist Dominique Strauss-Kahn. So if you’re an immigrant with a checkered past, don’t allow yourself to be sexually assaulted by a powerful man. Right, lesson learned.
In a bit of freak news, an earthquake hit the East Coast. Folks in D.C. felt it. How big an earthquake? Nobody ended up with stitches after running through broken glass.
So, a tremor. Hello, blog friends, Los Angeles calling. And this is how you rate these things — people getting injured, or bricks falling on your car, maybe killing it. Once that happens, you have an “event.” This quake, instead, was perhaps interesting. Something to chat about over a pint at the end of the day.
Of course, to the chattering class, whose sensibilities get knocked senseless by the Drudge Report on an hourly basis, the earth shaking rates a new chapter in the Bible. Who’s in charge of writing that thing, anyway? Oh, right, Matt Drudge:
Matt Drudge’s above-the-fold coverage of the earthquake featured a series of links about the story and a link telling readers that “Obama was on golf course…”
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BREAKING: President Played Golf Through Tremageddon
Matt Drudge | Capitol Testament Correspondent | August Without Question
Unnamed White House sources have confirmed that President Barack Obama remained at a golf resort for the entire duration of the capital temblor crisis, now commonly called “Earthgate.” Those same sources also tell the Drudge Report that the president himself will now take responsibility for the decision to play golf in advance of the natural disaster.
After a 5-something earthquake rolls through L.A., nobody — but nobody — gives a damn where the mayor was at the time.
Here’s something about earthquakes: they’re utterly random. They often come around in the middle of the night. So if you’re concerned about where the California governor was when the ground started rolling beneath you, you’re mentally ill.
But if you’re apparently wondering where the president was, when Matt Drudge shit his chair, you’re a journalist?
Yes, I know some of you panicked at feeling an earthquake for the first time. But there’s no reason for this political crap. If a flaming meteor landed in an Alexandria parking lot, killing and injuring no one, would you demand to know where the president was at the time? Yes, some of you would.
Meanwhile, while golfers cower, men of brilliance do this:
PowerLine | by John Hinderaker | August 23, 2011
If we have any geniuses in American public life these days, they are Mark Steyn and Michael Ramirez. The earthquake along the east coast had barely subsided when Ramirez drew this cartoon:
See? They were stacking the national debt when the tremor hit, and now it’s fallen to the ground. Time to collect the debt and, uh, sort it into, err, re-stack it so it, eh, hmmm. Anyway, that’s what happened today.