(2 pm. – promoted by ek hornbeck)
Is it me, or is Maureen Dowd the most insipid, inconsequential columnist (hack) at The New York Times? Sure, it’s a matter of taste, and with columnists like Tom Friedman, Ross Douthat, Nicholas Kristoff-Farrow, and David Brooks, the competition is pretty steep.
I long for the days when Frank Rich had an entire page to himself. When Anna Quindlen cut to the quick during the Clarence Thomas Confirmation Hearings without ever referencing a single Walt Disney cartoon character. Call me sentimental, but is it asking too much of the Paper of Record to have at least ONE of its Sunday op ed columnists deliver a thoughtful, well-written, relevant column?
Maybe it is me. Maybe I’m the only homosexualist (shout out to Gore Vidal who seems to have been the only person in the English speaking language to know the difference between a noun and an adjective) who has never seen Bambi (Obambi — how clever, MoDo) or Frozen. It is possible that I’m simply out of touch with American Pop Culture. Here’s an idea: rather than canning MoDo, just switch her column to the Arts and Leisure section of the paper.
Compare today’s Pulitzer-worthy contribution (steaming pile of shit) by Dowd…
NO one wrote about blondes like Raymond Chandler.
None of his descriptions, however, conjures the two regal blondes transfixing America at the moment: Hillary and Elsa.
Those close to them think that the queen of Hillaryland and the Snow Queen from Disney’s “Frozen” have special magical powers, but worry about whether they can control those powers, show their humanity and stir real warmth in the public heart.
…to another column that hapens to appear in the very same pages.
If you were following the news during the March 2010 elections in Iraq, you might remember that the American press was flooded with stories declaring the elections a success, complete with upbeat anecdotes and photographs of Iraqi women proudly displaying their ink-stained fingers. The subtext was that United States military operations had succeeded in creating a stable and democratic Iraq.
Those of us stationed there were acutely aware of a more complicated reality.
Chelsea Manning is serving a 35 year sentence at Fort Leavenworth for committing the sin of actually reporting the truth. Maureen Dowd is eating pot brownies, watching Disney flicks, and, speaking only for myself here, making me consider sticking 12″ knitting needles into my eyes rather than read another word she writes. If the publisher of The New York Times was itching to fire a woman, they should have canned Dowd instead of Jill Abramson.
How am I supposed to get Mojo for my hit piece on MoDo?
…a prisoner exchange: Lock Dowd up in Leavenworth and put Chelsea Manning at Dowd’s vacant desk at the Times.
Thank you for taking me up on my invitation. I suspect others of “us” have contacted you as well, but we’re a disorganized group of lefties … blah blah blah …
I like MoDo. She reminds me of an attorney I used to work for. For whom I used to work, that is. Oops, that was a preposition, is is. Damn. I can’t end a sentence with a preposition. Oops, I just did again.
She passionately believes in what she is writing. MoDo, on the other hand, is trying to convince everyone that she is witty. I can’t believe she gets paid for the drivel. At least Bill Kristol had a purpose behind his column.