W3MIV
02-19-2008, 10:04 PM
Bite into this one, New York.
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/02/19/nyregion/19nyc.html?nl=pol&emc=pol
Seems the gloom team is settling in and reality is beginning to dawn in the granite canyons, along the flanks of those marvelous mountains, in the creameries and wineries and orchards of New York. Hope is sluicing away down the Hudson. Down the East River. Through Hell's Gate. Into that long, deep canyon offshore.
For a while, it looked as if every day might become Presidents’ Day in New York.
We were so sure — some among us, anyway — that we would have two locals fighting for the big prize in November: the Republican former mayor, Rudolph W. Giuliani (http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/g/rudolph_w_giuliani/index.html?inline=nyt-per), and the Democratic junior senator, Hillary Rodham Clinton (http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/c/hillary_rodham_clinton/index.html?inline=nyt-per). We even prepared for a threefer in case the present mayor, Michael R. Bloomberg (http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/b/michael_r_bloomberg/index.html?inline=nyt-per), he of ever-evolving party status, jumped into the race because he figured the rest of America couldn’t do without him.
Now, as another Presidents’ Day has come and gone, it seems more and more likely that New York will be shut out of the presidential election. Yet again.
Sic transit gloria mundi.
The fierceness with which some supporters of Mr. Obama attack Mrs. Clinton is a sign that they do not consider her to be politically dead. Some all but describe her as a combination of Lady Macbeth, Ilsa Koch and Cruella De Vil — the kind of woman who “pimped out” her daughter to help her campaign, to use a phrase that earned David Shuster of MSNBC a two-week suspension.
More like Lucrezia. :p
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/02/19/nyregion/19nyc.html?nl=pol&emc=pol
Seems the gloom team is settling in and reality is beginning to dawn in the granite canyons, along the flanks of those marvelous mountains, in the creameries and wineries and orchards of New York. Hope is sluicing away down the Hudson. Down the East River. Through Hell's Gate. Into that long, deep canyon offshore.
For a while, it looked as if every day might become Presidents’ Day in New York.
We were so sure — some among us, anyway — that we would have two locals fighting for the big prize in November: the Republican former mayor, Rudolph W. Giuliani (http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/g/rudolph_w_giuliani/index.html?inline=nyt-per), and the Democratic junior senator, Hillary Rodham Clinton (http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/c/hillary_rodham_clinton/index.html?inline=nyt-per). We even prepared for a threefer in case the present mayor, Michael R. Bloomberg (http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/b/michael_r_bloomberg/index.html?inline=nyt-per), he of ever-evolving party status, jumped into the race because he figured the rest of America couldn’t do without him.
Now, as another Presidents’ Day has come and gone, it seems more and more likely that New York will be shut out of the presidential election. Yet again.
Sic transit gloria mundi.
The fierceness with which some supporters of Mr. Obama attack Mrs. Clinton is a sign that they do not consider her to be politically dead. Some all but describe her as a combination of Lady Macbeth, Ilsa Koch and Cruella De Vil — the kind of woman who “pimped out” her daughter to help her campaign, to use a phrase that earned David Shuster of MSNBC a two-week suspension.
More like Lucrezia. :p