I thought we were supposed to “never forget” 9/11?
Well, they don’t call Hollywood La-La Land for no reason.
Yesterday, Bette Midler, political commentator and historian par excellence, waxed eloquent on Twitter about why the United States is in an economic mess. Mimicking the constant moaning, whining and finger-pointing of her favorite president, she blamed the previous administration for everything:
“Why are our memories so short? Remember that the crash happened because of Republican fiscal policies, and two stupid wars they started.”
Bette seems to have forgotten about an act of war known as 9/11, where the Taliban, who ran Afghanistan, gave aid and comfort to Al Queda and Osama bin Laden — gave them a base from which to plan and launch attacks on our country. The second Iraq War was an extension of the first Gulf War cease-fire that Saddam Hussein couldn’t stop violating.
Facts are stubborn things, especially when shilling for a failed president.
Leaving aside the fact that the economy was doomed from the misadventures of Fannie Mae, Freddie Mac, and the “Opening the Doors to Affordable Housing” initiative under Bill Clinton that gave trillions of dollars in subsidies to mortgage companies in order for sub prime borrowers to get mortgages, Midler is using the same tired, blame-President Bush-for-the-wars-in Iraq-and-Afghanistan rhetoric and thus for all the evil in the world.
Let’s examine Ms. Midler’s intellectual credentials for a moment. She attended the University of Hawaii, majoring in drama, but left after three semesters.
Evidence from the garrulous Ms. Midler of higher intelligence? Let’s examine some deathless utterances she has bestowed upon the world:
On her character in her short-lived TV show, Bette: “I think the ill-tempered and venal quality of my true self is reflected.”
I am never very far away from my spirit . . . it’s just a quarter of an inch below the surface of my skin. It’s been very responsive to nature and to the life-forms around me and I think that’s part of having a spiritual nature. At the end of the line you come to some sort of enlightenment and that enlightenment is, that we’re all in this together and that things have to fall away from your in order for you to find where that spirit really lies within yourself.
My whole life had been spent waiting for an epiphany, a manifestation of God’s presence, the kind of transcendent, magical experience that lets you see your place in the big picture. And that is what I had with my first compost heap.
“Oh no, Oscar, really, I’m swell! I just concocted this little psychotic episode so I could reclaim my rightful position in the Hollywood pantheon!”
“I’m as confident as Cleopatra’s pussy.”
When her fans call her the “Divine Miss M” one can only hope that the M stands for Moronic.