I confess to having read only one of James Webb’s war novels, the first Vietnam one, Fields of Fire, which I’ve read still sells, along with the others that have made Webb one of America’s few fiction writers who can make a better-than-good living at it. But I did read his non-fictional Born Fighting, and enjoyed its evocation of the redneck backbone of the American military. So I was amazed when Webb decided to become a Democrat to run for the Senate from Virginia. The Republicans, with whom Webb’s right-wing populism would be far more logically aligned, already had their candidate, you see.
Tangled Webb, subtitled Cognitive Dissonance in Virginia, shows why Virginia’s miniscule number of Democrats are having to hold their noses to vote for him. Meanwhile, as the Weekly Standard article hillariously demonstrates, the libs say they will, in the words of one activist for Mexican illegals "consult with him, advise him going forward. Educate him."
Good luck.
Webb really has no chance in Virginia, as a county Democrat party chairman of my acquaintence assured me, unless his opponent Sen. George Allen’s ineptitude gives it to him. Then came the recent stunner about Webb’s incest-pedophillia imagery in one of his books. Webb’s done, stick a fork in him. Unless, in the words of a colorful former Louisiana governor, Allen is caught in bed with a dead girl or a live boy.
UPDATE Cute, but no nicotene. Allen got beat, Webb is the new senator, and maybe someday in his six-year tenure we’ll read about why this man’s man who writes about war needs to have incest-pedophilia in his tales.
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