I am beyond disgusted by Pat Robertson and have been for years.
Josh Marshall posts two items — here and here — on Robertson that just further reinforce everything I disdain about the man.
I have an admission to make about this reprehensible fraud. I attended a fairly splashy event about six months ago sponsored by The Week magazine as the guest of Margaret Carlson.
Senator Jon Corzine was there. So was Senator Ron Wyden, Tom Daschle, James Fallows, Walter Isaacson, and the like. It was star-studded in a DC sense, but so too was Pat Robertson there.
And as he walked into the dinner area across hard marble floors, he tripped hard over a carpet. I caught him.
If I hadn’t, well. . .it would have been bad. It would be interesting for him to share this with his 777 Club — particularly if he knew anything about my politics and private life.
As he goes on spewing his vile commentary, I think about that tripping episode and think I did the right thing. I would have done it again.
But if I did do it again, I’d rub his immoral arrogance in the fact that one of those people he thinks draws disaster to places like New York probably saved his life. He and Falwell blamed 9/11 on gays, liberals, and feminists. I think his definition of liberal probably includes centrists.
In any case, I’d like to see how he explains to his groupies that one of those “types” saved his life. Must have been God intervening, he’d say. Even through one of them.
On the real front of my frustration tonight are Louisiana and Mississippi. New Orleans is a war zone.
Former Senator John Breaux is making it clear that the writing has been on the wall for years about the faltering levee system around New Orleans. We did nothing. Wait we did — we conjured up a $200 billion war that has killed tens of thousands, and probably more, in Iraq and the U.S.
— Steve Clemons