Showing posts with label west wing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label west wing. Show all posts

Sunday, April 13

He's back, she's back...

He's back to former Montecito resident Arianna Huffington's home page (side bar). Why? The comments I read didn't understand why 'Household Betrayal' had any prominence in the first place.

She's back... on the tele... Laura Schlessinger has her own Fox News Channel segment on "Hannity's America". Once a week, Sunday nights at 9PM Eastern. She'll answer your email questions, or a select few. Her helpers follow strict rules, "TV format". Ideally a dilemma is best... like household betrayals?

Update:
4/14/08 Rob, please get "dr" Laura's physiologist advice for your dilemma so her 5 second fix can end this!

It's not even about your family's dirty laundry, no one much wants to know.
It's how you treat your employees
and what you're exposing the boys to.

If the servants can get to the drug cabinet, so can 13 and 14 year old boys.
Today teens aren't only threatened by street drugs, it can be the best of parents who are the unwitting drug pusher.
Legal drugs are no less addictive.
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The Good Book Says...
[West Wing video]
President Bartlet, Dr. Jenna Jacobs and Sam Seaborn

Monday, April 30

West Wing

VIDEO
Gospels of Fear and Hate

"I have posted this next piece before, but I always find it useful (for arguments like this). It is an excerpt from the West Wing, in an episode where Dr. Laura, by reputation and insinuation, makes an appearance on the show. President Jed Bartlett, in the middle of a room full of radio personalities takes notice of the only person sitting as he entered a room…" Sirus Kane
From Laramie, Wyoming, US






BARTLET: It’s a good idea to be reminded of the awesome impact, the awesome impact… I’m sorry. You’re Dr. Jenna Jacobs, right?

JACOBS (obviously pleased to be recognized): Yes, sir!

BARTLET: It’s good to have you here.

JACOBS: Thank you!

BARTLET: … the awesome impact of the airwaves, and how that translates into the furthering of our national discussions, but obviously also how it can … how it can … Forgive me, Dr. Jacobs. Are you an M.D.?

JACOBS: A Ph.D.

BARTLET: A Ph.D.

JACOBS: Yes, sir.

BARTLET: In psychology?

JACOBS: No, sir.

BARTLET: Theology?

JACOBS: No.

BARTLET: Social work?

JACOBS: I have a Ph.D. in English Literature.

BARTLET: I’m asking ‘cause on your show people call in for advice – and you go by the name Dr. Jacobs on your show – and I didn’t know if maybe your listeners were confused by that and assumed you had advanced training in psychology, theology or health care.

JACOBS: I don’t believe they are confused, no, sir.

BARTLET: I like your show. I like how you call homosexuality an “abomination!”

JACOBS: I don’t say homosexuality is an abomination, Mr. President. The Bible does.

BARTLET: Yes it does. Leviticus!

JACOBS: 18:22.

BARTLET: Chapter and verse. I wanted to ask you a couple of questions while I had you here. I wanted to sell my youngest daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. She’s a Georgetown Sophomore, speaks fluent Italian, always cleared the table when it was her turn. What would a good price for her be?

(Bartlet only waits a second for a response, then plunges on.)

BARTLET: While thinking about that, can I ask another? My chief of staff, Leo McGary, insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly says he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself? Or is it okay to call the police?

(Bartlet barely pauses to take a breath.)

BARTLET: Here’s one that’s really important, because we’ve got a lot of sports fans in this town. Touching the skin of a dead pig makes one unclean. Leviticus 11:7. If they promise to wear gloves, can the Washington Redskins still play football? Can Notre Dame? Can West Point? Does the whole town really have to be together to stone my brother John for planting different crops side by side? Can I burn my mother in a small family gathering for wearing garments made from two different threads? Think about those questions, would you?

(The camera pushes in on the president.)

One last thing. While you may be mistaking this for your monthly meeting of the Ignorant Tight-Ass Club, in this building when the president stands, nobody sits.