"Christine Todd Whitman can cry all she wants, but today's GOP is not her party. And she has no one but herself to blame for that."
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http://www.salon.com/books/review/2005/01/27/whitman/index.html(snip)
You wouldn't know it from the rather whiny title of her new book -- "It's My Party, Too: The Battle for the Heart of the GOP and the Future of America" -- but there was a time not so long ago when Christine Todd Whitman was being called the future of the Republican Party.
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...voters are entitled to wonder why she should ever be taken seriously again as a political candidate. For that matter, we should all ask if Whitman even believes her own words. She was, after all, co-chair of Bush's reelection campaign in New Jersey, so none of what's happened in the past two months could have been much of a surprise. Nor could she have feigned shock when "It's My Party, Too" drew advance ridicule from right-wingers on the Internet. "Earth to Christie: We won," was all one New Jersey Republican had to say to the Star-Ledger, the state's largest newspaper, when asked about the book. The GOP has become comfortable with its inner troglodyte -- in fact, it embraces the lil' fanged bugger. This rather thuggish organization that loves to rule but refuses to govern is not Whitman's party anymore. To the extent that she helped make this transformation possible by putting a pleasant face on the party's ugly excesses in the 1990s, Whitman has earned her irrelevance.
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Since flunking out of the Bush League, Whitman has been relegated to the bush leagues, and she's clearly impatient to become a player again. Ultimately, the most pressing question in "It's My Party, Too" is: Does Christie Whitman still have a place in the Republican Party? The answer: Sure, as long as she's ready to keep playing the role of a front. And if she is, we can already guess the title of her next book: "Thank You, Sir, May I Have Another?" And the subtitle: "I Spent Years Sucking Up to Fundies and Ideological Con Men and All I Got Was This Stupid Book Deal." Who knows -- if Whitman releases some of the pent-up patrician rage coiled beneath the Oldwick tweed, that book might actually be worth reading. Which would put it miles ahead of this one.
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OWWWWWWWWWWWCH !!!
The writer Stephen Hart really tears a new asshole here.
:spank::spank::spank: