Nina Totenberg NPR Radio

October 21, 2010

Nina Totenberg
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RE: “I got a horse right here…”

Ms. Totenberg,

Speaking of “retributive justice”, I remember some years ago that you said you didn’t want to go on the Imus Show for fear that he would call you “horse face”.

I mention this because the latest victim of modern American Liberal Justice is Juan Williams. He said exactly what Jesse Jackson said about fears caused by race.

Since Jesse has never worked, worked in the classic sense of getting up and going someplace at a time specific so that your supervisor sees you, he can’t be fired. Say what you will about Jesse he is living large.

Juan Williams had no such protection. He deviated from the paradigmatic template of politically correct diktats set down by the modern American Liberal “hive”. He is lucky a bus load of ACORN urban terrorists didn’t show up at his house like he was some avaricious mortgage weeny. Whether he goes gently into that good night remains to be seen.

I went back and looked at the interview where you said, and may I add it was a first rate piece of political commentary, that you hoped that Jesses Helms died from AIDS. Failing that you hoped some of his grandchildren got it. Peter Zenger would have been proud.

At least you didn’t say that you hoped he would die screaming from rectal cancer. That fell to another modern American Liberal paragon, Sean Penn. A guy who likes Hugo Chavez can’t be all bad, can he?

Speaking of beasts, I can see why you would worry about being called horse face. Gazing at that visage I daresay that “getting off” for you probably meant a clean start on a fast track with some paid for jockey holding on for dear life by his spurs.

Because this was owed to the ledger for so long I have decided to modify your award.

Not only are named HORSE’S ASS OF THE WEEK you have a new category. You are the first and only HORSE FACED HORSE’S ASS OF THE WEEK.

In addition I have retroactively awarded you my most sought after laurel. You are hereby named
SMARMY BASTARD OF THE YEAR.

Because I was remiss in granting you this most prestigious award I am going to make amends by making you the only recipient of

SMARMY BASTARD OF THE DECADE.

Can you still eat 3 carrots, 3 apples, and a half a pound of sugar in one gulp? Who knew that Prada had a farrier on staff for you? Pastel feed bags are a great touch.

Kipling, our first and only great multicultural poet, was too kind when he spoke about females. Too bad he never met you.






Kevin Smith



PS – Looking at you it may be time to “rethink” the Burqa.