Howie Carr Unloads After Boston Herald is Banished by White House

A classic rant from The Captain. Plus, his column today.

Was it something I said, Barry? Or should I say, Hussein?

So the Herald can’t be in the White House pool because we’re not in the White House tank?

Nixon would be proud.

Imagine if George Bush had tried to set up his own personal “Enemies List.” Where’s the ACLU when one of the Beautiful People unleashes his own Plumbers on the loyal opposition?

In case you missed it, the White House yesterday banned the Herald from the “pool” reporting list to cover the Messiah’s latest trip to Boston. Obama’s press office had to protect the Boston Globe, which once prided itself on being at odds with the Powers That Be. If the Globe’s current reporters were dogs, they would be described with one of two words.

“Spayed” or “neutered.” And I just thought of a third word — “lapdogs.”

All we asked was to be in the press pool. But nooooo. Because the Obama worshipers object to the front-page placement of an op-ed piece by Mitt Romney. Mitt Romney! Mother o’ God, they oughta be in church, praying to get Mitt Romney as their opponent in the presidential race next fall, but instead, they’re bent out of shape.

Getting back to Nixon, was he angry when George McGovern surged ahead of Ed Muskie? Obama — or George Soros and his minions who write the copy for Mr. President’s TelePrompTer — should be deliriously happy that we didn’t run a piece by Sen. Marco Rubio or U.S. Rep. Allen West — politicians who, unlike Mitt, don’t get a tingle uphttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif their legs every time they hear the words “individual mandate.”http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif

The e-mail nixing the Herald was written by a flack named Matt Lehrich, formerly of Arlington, home of the perv in the Prius, Jimmy Marzilli. By an amazing coincidence, Lehrich happens to be a nephew of one David Axelrod, mouthpiece for the president. Matt Lehrich — another nationwide search!

You can easily understand why Obama and the rest of his pampered legacy lackeys don’t like the Herald. It’s the only newspaper in Boston for people who don’t live off Mommy and Daddy, who couldn’t check off the right box on their Ivy League admission forms to make sure they aren’t held to the same standards as working-class kids. Herald readers work for a living. Globe subscribers are like the Kennedys — they’ve had everything handed to them.

More thoughts here and here.

Last Rites for the Boston Globe?

The countdown is on for the employees and unions at the Boston Globe to accept $20 million in concessions as demanded by the New York Times Co., otherwise it's the end of days for that newspaper.

With a midnight deadline looming that could determine the future of the Boston Globe, the newspaper's largest union said it has offered cuts in wages and benefits that "should be more than adequate" to meet the demands of the New York Times. Co., which has threatened to shutter the paper unless it gains millions of dollars in concessions from its unions.

The Times Co. is seeking $10 million from the Boston Newspaper Guild, which represents more than 600 editorial, advertising, and business office workers - half the $20 million the company is seeking from all the paper's unions.

Yesterday, Teamsters Local 259, which represents more than 200 drivers who deliver the paper, said it has offered enough concessions to meet the Times' demand for $2.5 milion from its members.

Meanwhile, some can barely contain their glee.

The honorable Reverend Carr is already presiding over the rituals.

I know, they can’t brag enough about their Pulitzer prizes, like they’re on the level or something. Seriously, the limousine liberals who pass the Politically Correct Pulitzers around among themselves every spring ought to rename them the Olbermanns and run the awards ceremony live on MSNBC. Truth in advertising.

I’m sure Pinch Sulzberger this weekend is fielding phone calls from his Park Avenue squash partners, the Beautiful People who’ve been pulling strings over the last decade or so to line up no-work sinecures at the Globe for their shiftless offspring.

Belatedly, the Globe has been trying to present as its public face the salt-of-the-earth types in the backshop, guys who live in towns like Weymouth and went to work at the paper out of high school.

These are the same blue-collar Massachusetts natives that the bow-tied bumkissers upstairs alternately disdain or despise as mean-spirited bigots who can’t be trusted to vote the “right way.”

Outside the employees themselves and a few limp bloggers, nobody cares about the Globe’s demise. Let the epitaph be: Smug Is Not a Workable Business Plan. These pampered poodles assumed they had a monopoly. Nobody ever has a monopoly, at least not for long.

I’ll miss the old Globe. It was a laff-riot - remember in 2006 when its crack sports columnist previewed the Final Four matchup between George Mason and LSU, except there was no such game. They were in opposite brackets.

One last thing to all my dear friends on the Boulevard.

We’re not hiring.

Surprise! Massachusetts Taxpayers Fail to Take Advantage of Opportunity to Contribute Their Fair Share

Nothing like putting their money where their mouth is. I've always suggested it was simple for greedy liberals to solve all the problems they blame on the rich for not "paying their fair share" and they could simply volunteer to pay more taxes.

But no, can't have that. After all, the left wants to have at it with your money, not their own.

Now lo and behold, look here at the numbers coming out of Massachusetts, that bastion of liberalism. Howie Carr finds a nice, juicy target and gleefully unloads.

Moonbats of Massachusetts, what about the children?

It is with deep regret that I must report to you that in this new tax season more than 99.99 percent of the Beautiful People in Massachusetts are again refusing to do the right thing on their income tax returns and voluntarily pay at the old, higher rate.

All year long, the Hope and Change crowd sanctimoniously lectures those of us who work for a living about how mean-spirited we are because we begrudge paying our “fair share” to help the layabouts who have “fallen through the cracks.”

But strangely, every year, when all they need to do is have the accountant check off a single box on their income-tax forms to solve the problems created by the Cheney presidency, the Yes-We-Can types adamantly refuse to part with a few extra bucks.

As you know, a few years back, as a gag, the Legislature passed a bill allowing the state’s pony-tailed, trust-funded liberals to voluntarily pay at the old 5.85 percent income tax rate, rather than at the reduced 5.3 percent rate.

Considering that in 2000, 40 percent of the electorate voted against cutting the state income tax, you might have expected hundreds of thousands of the blow-in drifters now squatting in Cambridge and Brookline and Amherst to voluntarily ante up.

But no. The state, it appears, is teeming with Leona Helmsleys. Taxes are for the little people, not the Beautiful People.

Here are the latest DOR numbers. As of yesterday, 640,783 individual taxpayers had filed their 2008 returns. Of those 640,783, exactly 293 opted to pay at the higher 5.85 percent rate.

Back me up on the math here. If 640,000 is the number, then 6,400 would be 1 percent, and 640 would be one-tenth of 1 percent. And 293 is less than one half of one tenth of 1 percent. So the percentage so far this year is one-twentieth of 1 percent.

Moonbats, I beseech you! Send in some more of the dough from Pater’s trust fund. Otherwise, how can we offer alms to the neediest among us, like Deval Patrick’s unemployed neighbor with the new made-up $120,000-a-year state job, and the Bulger hack who’s been collecting for 15 years and now was just handed a brand new $150,000 made-up state job?

Actually, the state claims the Beautiful People are twice as likely to check the higher-rate box this year, but two times zero is still zero. Even sadder is how much the commonwealth has collected from these 293 individuals - exactly $24,098.

Again, these are rough calculations, but I think that works out to just under $90 per filer. If $90 is .55 percent of your taxable income, you made about $18,000 in 2008.

That’s not a lot of taxable income. That’s why they all invest in municipal bonds - no taxes.

Theories abound as to why Beautiful People are so damn cheap, whether it’s evading taxes (see Geithner, Rangel, Daschle and now maybe Emanuel) or giving next to nothing to charity (see Biden, Kerry, et al.). Perhaps - make that probably - they’re just a bunch of phonies and hypocrites.

Read the rest.

H/T Lauren.

'She’s Younger and Better Looking Than Maureen Dowd - Much Younger and Much Better Looking'

The great Howie Carr details Sarah Palin's sins against the left. Let us pray some day she will be sufficiently redeemed.

The trust-funded Beautiful People of the mainstream media and the Democratic Party are unanimous. Sarah Palin is a bad person. A very, very bad person.

Here is a list - a very partial list - of the reasons that the governor of Alaska is not qualified to be vice president of the United States.

She has never been on “Meet the Press.”

She doesn’t - or didn’t - have a passport.

She didn’t write her own speech Wednesday night.

Her 17-year-old daughter is going to be an unwed mother - oh, scratch that, Bristol’s getting married to the young self-described “redneck.” Ooooh, how retro, getting married just because you’re pregnant!

Her hairdo is so . . .’80s.

She’s not a citizen of the world, she’s a citizen of Alaska.

The baby Trig is Bristol’s - no, really, I read it on Daily Kos - oh, scratch that, the baby’s 4 months old and Bristol’s five months pregnant. Ooooh, how retro, actually going to term with a Down syndrome baby.

She’s not just a member of the National Rifle Association - she’s a life member.

She never heard of David Gergen, Sally Quinn or Jann Wenner, and she doesn’t care what they say about her.

Do you know anybody who has five children?

Do you know anybody who has a son in the Army?

Do you know anybody who has sold their jet - and on eBay, of all places, where all those tacky people go to buy the Formica for their trailers.

She does not own a Prius.

Who wears glasses anymore - my Gawd, can’t she afford Lasik?

Keep reading. It gets better.

The Moonbat Test

Howie Carr has some fun today. He knows his moonbats.

For those who came in late, moonbats are trust-funded, medicated, middle-aged, white-guilt-ridden blogging lefty losers who inflicted Deval Patrick upon the working people. The moonbats now yearn to elect Sen. Barack Obama, a Deval on steroids.

If you are a guy with a ponytail, chances are you’re a moonbat - if you have a wide-brim leather hat too, the odds rise to 100 percent. If you’re a woman and you bring knitting to public meetings, consider yourself positively ID’ed.

Like most people, I know ’em when I see ’em. But if you are wondering whether or not you are a moonbat, here are some of the most obvious traits:

You refer to the current national administration as the “Cheney-Bush regime.”

You’ve used the word “Halliburton” at least once in the last 10 minutes.

The biggest issue in the state: gay marriage.

The second biggest issue in the state: the pressing need for more bicycle paths.

You take part in the weekly anti-war protests on the town post office with all the other grandmothers, or should I say the women who would be grandmothers if they hadn’t had so many abortions 30 years ago.

You’re the only one on your block who still has the Globe delivered.

You believed the National Enquirer totally when they busted Rush Limbaugh.

You don’t believe a word of the National Enquirer now that it’s busting John Edwards.

Your car contains at least three of the following bumper stickers: “Redefeat Bush,” “1-20-09,” “We ARE a Family and We Vote,” “Kerry-Edwards,” “Free Mumia,” “9/11 Was an Inside Job” and “Got Hope?”

Read on, there's more.