Pamela of Atlas Shrugs (above left) embodies (hubba hubba) for the right blogosphere what Wonkette was meant to embody for the left. Ana Marie Cox is long gone from these parts now, so you'll have to go to Atlas Shrugs to chercher la femme. Her you-are-there report of Israeli Prime Minister Ehud Olmert's speech before a joint session yesterday is a great ride.
"She was as surprised by my politics as I hers. And so we dished," writes the weight-of-the-world-bearing Pamela of Atlas Shrugs -- on her the weight looks good -- re Dina, an Israeli TV reporter she happened to sit next to yesterday as both were bore witness to Israeli Prime Minister Ehud Olmert's historic speech to a joint session of Congress. We had caught most of the speech in C-Span reruns and were duly impressed, but Pamela/Atlas was there and by sheer force of personality -- not to mention her writer's eye for telling detail -- breathes life into the whole barmy scene:
What a day. I was honored to have been invited. The experience more than exceeded my expectations. DC, itself, was glorious. Just beautiful. Crisp, sharp and regal. Such a great town, wonderful people. My favorites are the cab drivers, they are from all over the world and so happy to be here. Free, working, you know -- the American thang.
I arrived at the south door, opposite the Longworth building where a small press contingency had congregated. I started chatting with an elegant gentlemen, and coincidentally the only other blogger invited to cover the historic speech, Paul Mirengoff of Powerline. I liked him, he gave good conversation and was equally surprised and pleased to be in attendance.
He GAVE good conversation? This woman's prose crackles with sexual tension. "It was most interesting to see the play, the dance, of the power players," writes P/A. You'll want to read the whole thing, but here are a few bits to tempt your taste buds:
Entering chambers was the great satisfaction. I looooved it. It was thrilling. Watching the Senators and Representatives mill about was wildly interesting. The wannabees working the higher ups on the food chain, the higher ups deigning who they would reward with their attention and conversation.
Kerry came in looking haggard (think Ray Milland in The Lost Weekend), spent and depleted (think Nicholas Cage in Leaving Las Vegas without the bravado.) Watching that man gave me great pause. That someone as incompetent and worthless as he might have been President, made me shudder. Slumbering, slobbering Ted Kennedy came in late and scribbled notes and nodded off during the speech. What a yutz.
Hillary Clinton dashed (not quite but it was what she attempted to project -- she can't really do dash) in at the last moment -- very red carpet, very I am the star, a real diva moment. She thinks she’s President, or at least soon to be. Watching her watch the speech, she too was lackluster in her response, and when she would bring herself to applaud it was almost in slow motion. As if her hands were weighted down with iron shackles. She has her agenda. And it ain’t pretty although her pink overcoat was rather stylish.
Hot, hot, hot.