Hurtful Meanspiritedness
Howie Carr cruelly mocks John Kerry, who shows the same kind of loyalty to his boat’s name that he did to his boat’s crew:
If you thought Scaramouche was a pretentious name for Sen. John Forbes Kerry to give his 42-foot Nantucket gigolo boat, he’s gone and topped himself.
Liveshot has scuttled the name Scaramouche and rechristened it . . . Let It Be.
That’s right, the Beatles song. From Freddie Mercury to John Lennon. I’m telling you, you cannot make this stuff up.
Why “Let It Be?” My theory is the more appropriate Lennon-McCartney titles were taken: “Nowhere Man” and “I’m a Loser.” Not to mention “Fool on the Hill.”
You’re going to want to read the whole thing. It just gets crueller and more meanspirited from there. The gold-digging. The faux environmentalism. But the boneheadedness is worth (cruelly and meanspiritedly) plucking out:
Being John Kerry, he probably decided on the name Scaramouche without doing any research beyond hearing the Queen tune on an oldies radio station.
Later on, everybody checked out the real definition of Scaramouche. Here’s one from “Brewer’s Dictionary of Phrase and Fable”: “A stock character in Italian farce. . . . A braggart and a fool, very valiant in words, but a poltroon.”
From “Benet’s Reader’s Encyclopedia”: “A braggart soldier.”
Well, Liveshot, if the Docksider fits. . .
Avast, Punditeers and all ye scurvy dogs! Sit ye down, pour yerself some rum and I’ll tell ye about the Last Taboo. Ten thousand thundering typhoons, ye poltroons! What do ye take me for, a Gene Conspiracy Victim? I tell you, I’ve travelled far and wide, but never encountered a tribe such as these particular Mohammedans, who live upon the sand as if upon a sea … of oil. I tell ye, if I live to be 100, I may never understand them. We know why they hate us. Now listen, while they tell us why they hate us again.
Topics: pols
Posted by Jules Crittenden at 10:32 am Comments (13) on Sunday, September 16, 2007
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September 16th, 2007 at 11:53 am
He is without doubt America’s most successful gigolo.
BUAWHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Thanks for the link, Jules, but methinks that Howie should have used the title “The Essence of Lurch: An Opera”.
BTW, the comments to that article are nearly as priceless….
September 16th, 2007 at 1:11 pm
Here’s another opera title: “Kerry in Cambodia”. Because, you know, only Kerry can go to Cambodia.
What’s a little meanspiritedness? Long John can take it. He was in Vietnam, after all.
September 16th, 2007 at 5:05 pm
I would guess that renaming the boat “let it be” was TereZa’s idea.
Didn’t ketchup money buy it ?
September 16th, 2007 at 5:07 pm
Beautiful, now I can Swift Boat ‘em!
sKerry, if I had known that we were going to clean up Phu Quoc so you could get your splinters, I would have blown up my destroyer!
Thank you from one of the buddies that you stabbed in the back in the seventies and since.
Are we thinking up opera titles? How about “Up From The Mud.” it has nothing to do with anything but I thought it was descriptive.
September 16th, 2007 at 5:17 pm
Clever. In 04, our Legion replaced the customary Hanoi Jane urinal targets with Hanoi John targets. I’m not sure where they got them. When I moved out of state, they were still there.
September 16th, 2007 at 7:03 pm
It greatly pains me to say anything that could be construed as positive about the ineffable Kerry, but “his” boat’s name is not particularly exotic for a Yale “man.” There is, or at least was, an inscription over the door of one of the pseudo-Gothic buildings of that hallowed institution which said: Born with gift of laughter and the sense that the world was mad. [You can see how perfectly that fits Kerry's dashing and romantic persona.] It seems that all the learned gents at Yale were under the impression this had been cribbed from one of the classic authors. There were some Red faces (well, read that how you will) when it was discovered to have been lifted from a now-obscure potboiler called, of all things, Scaramouche. The book was still current in my prep days decades ago, but I haven’t seen references to it in half a century. Somehow, I find this ludicrous situation exquisitely a propos for our fake Irish fake war hero and authentic gigolo.
September 17th, 2007 at 1:45 am
Dear lord, it fits him no matter what the explanation is! It’s in the nature of the name, innit? That he would choose it under any circumstances fits well with his “own reality”. (Few people have lived that particular metaphysics quite the way he has.)
I appreciated that article more than you know. I think about the bastard about like MikeH–the emotion if not else. I still shiver with loathing when I think of how close he came to being president.
I’m off to check out the comments, as TRJ suggests.
September 17th, 2007 at 3:41 am
Salty I’ll tell you a story about hero’s and Phu Quoc. My ship was the Dennis J. Buckley and we were called to Phu Quoc to help some Marines do some intelligence gathering. We were there for about a week providing shore fire for the platoon that was doing the sweep. When they were done they had captured about there number (about 13) and had only lost one man. If there hadn’t been assistance they were expected to have had one man return. They were in the middle of one of the hottest places that could be found and sKerry wants to stack himself up to that. There is no way that pissant could even come within a thousand miles of them. I’ll get off my soapbox now.
September 17th, 2007 at 3:43 am
Just for grins let’s do some errata ‘about their number.’
September 17th, 2007 at 11:48 am
the dog ate my homework.
September 18th, 2007 at 1:17 am
I first “met” Jon Carry when I returned stateside (to the Naval Hospital at Balboa), after two tours, just in time to see that SOB call my boys murderers, rapists, and worse. I nursed these guys for two years. Held their hands–assuming they still had hands. Sat with them while they died. Cleaned their wounds and wiped away their tears. And this bastard sat there and lied and lied and lied to everyone in this country–and too many were willing to believe it. I can’t tell you what it did to me. I learned how to hate that day in a way I never could have hated the enemy. He wounded my boys in a way no North Vietnamese could ever have done. As far as I’m concerned, he’s a traitor and deserves nothing less than to be shot. That’s what I thought that April day so many years ago and I haven’t changed my mind.
September 20th, 2007 at 2:57 am
“As far as I’m concerned, he’s a traitor and deserves nothing less than to be shot.”
Kerry claimed in his senate testimony in 1971 that the United States was murdering 200,000 Vietnamese a year (among other things).
He was a scumbag and a traitor then…and nothing’s changed.
September 20th, 2007 at 3:20 am
“WASHINGTON — John Kerry’s opposition to the Vietnam War led him to many places, including Paris, where he met with the North Vietnamese in 1970.”
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,132799,00.html
Just imagine one of our military officers in WWII deciding he didn’t care for the war and heading over to Europe to hang out with the Nazis to have a little chat about it.
Think that would have flown with Roosevelt and his boys?