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...bizarre Nazi Bierabends (get-togethers over beer) organized for the press by Alfred Rosenberg, the official Nazi philosopher. Hermann Göring would circulate, fat, affable and crude; then came the Führer's "somewhat dim-witted 'deputy,' " Rudolf Hess; then the "vain, pompous, incredibly stupid" Joachim von Ribbentrop, who was to be Foreign Minister. Shirer recalls being dumbfounded by Bernhard Rust, the Nazi Education Minister, a bureaucratic ideologue who explained the difference between serious, careful, Aryan physics and the degenerate Jewish physics, as represented by the mountebank Einstein...
Shrewd and stupid, sly and blustering, but always coolly gliding to some strong rhythm only he can hear, Venkman is a brilliantly observed caricature of the contemporary urban male. At one point Weaver, representing the reality principle, informs him that he seems less a scientist than a game-show host. But he is a far more amusing figure. He is, in fact, some ultimate Yuppie, seemingly stoned on fern-bar manners, mores and folk wisdom. His utter imperviousness to anything that cannot be comprehended in those basic materialist terms is finally a more potent weapon than all the atomic gadgetry...
When he talks about his family and the power of television in general, and "Nightline" in particular, Koppel sounds like a confident, contented man with an uninflated ego. Small says Koppel has "a marvelous self-deprecating sense of humor," and Koppel admits his mistakes: "of course I've said stupid things on the air." Lord adds that Koppel "cares about his staff...
...annual Christmas party. "It's like a fencing match with words as sabres. People foil merely to score points on wit and erudition. While many attacks can be quite cutting. It's even worse if you don't compete because you're seen as incompetent at best, and even stupid...
...traffic was maddening on the Long Island side of New York City's Queensboro Bridge, with motorists darting heedlessly into a crowded intersection. The ensuing gridlock trapped a long gray sedan with VIP license plates. A frosted blond head poked out of the backseat window. "You are a stupid man!" she shouted at a driver who had cut her off. "You are a stupid man!" Then she got out of the car and rushed into the middle of the snarled intersection. Ignoring honks, raised fists and remarks far ruder than her own, she demanded that this car back...