Strip Search Sammy: Wanker
Sammy’s getting hinky under the glare of the hot lights, isn’t he? He verily bristles about being called on his rapidly shifting stories about oh so many things.
His CAP story makes no sense. He graduated from Princeton in 1972, the same year the ROTC had already returned to Princeton, and yet he now maintains that it was his grave worries over its exclusion from the campus that caused him to join the Concerned Alumni of Princeton in the first place.
A reader who is also a member of the Princeton alumni sends the following:
Oh please — the notion that the "concerned alumni" of Princeton gave a rat’s ass about ROTC is absurd. It’s not like any of their kids were going into the military. I was two classes behind Alito (Andy Napolitano was there too, another prize), and the only thing I remember CAP getting exercised about was the invasion by us girls.
Sammy bragged about his membership in CAP in 1985 when he thought it would give him an "in" with the Reagan administration, so he must’ve been on board with this statement which appeared two years earlier in a CAP newsletter:
People nowadays just don’t seem to know their place. Everywhere one turns black and hispanics are demanding jobs simply because they’re black and hispanic, the physically handicapped are trying to gain equal representation in professional sports, and homosexuals are demanding that government vouchsafe them the right to bear children.
Sammy’s never mentioned the ROTC thing before. That’s something GOP Senators seem to have unearthed in his defense, although really it just points the finger at the fact that Sammy’s simply another bedwetting GOP chickenhawk who found a way to stay out of Vietnam.
Jonah, Taranto and the Freepers are getting pretty testy with Digby who thinks that they’re all a bunch of crybabies pissing themselves (and our civil liberties) down the drain, and Digby is now being challenged to a fight.
I know Digby. Digby could kick all their asses. Jonah would be rendered a blubbering heap of chickenshit in a pile Ding-Dong wrappers post haste. Not that Digby finds it necessary to respond to that kind of macho bravado posturing that will never have to be backed up. Still, be careful what you wish for.