Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Dowd
With Obama saying the hour is upon us to elect a black man and Hillary saying the hour is upon us to elect a woman, the Democratic primary has become the ultimate nightmare of liberal identity politics. All the victimizations go tripping over each other and colliding, a competition of historical guilts. People will have to choose which of America’s sins are greater, and which stain will have to be removed first. Is misogyny worse than racism, or is racism worse than misogyny?
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Liberals are a depressing lot. They deserve every minute of their inner daemons consuming them in their endless guilt trips and sanctimonious preaching. Where I draw the line is when they try to impose their crappy, dowdish, incoherent thought processes on the rest of us. No pasaran!
of course. I think in fact that it is wonderful and hilarious that they absorb themselves in such nonsense. It occasionally prevents them form doing any harm. So fuck em and let them think their big fat justice ideas.
The irony though is that many of them make a ton of money peddling this tired act. Dowd is laughing all the way to the bank, isn't she? If this was a fair market, she'd be washing dishes in the Bowery, for all the talent she has.
She's taking money from the Sulzbergers. So what? But anyway, I think the NYT is improving. They'll keep her around like Herbert but crazy aunt Maureen is a thing of the past with Kristol and Brooks around. Damn, they've been good lately. Also the Times is getting better in the news. That thing about Iraqis being the most anticlerical among the Arabs was priceless yesterday.
I had predicted that a couple years ago, incidentally.
Maybe Pinch is worried he's been running the NYT into the ground with Dowd & co, and he's trying to throw some pinko ballast to stay afloat? Will that ploy work?
I think so. At the end of the day, someone has to pay for the Birkenstocks, man, and they ain't cheap.
The ultimate candidate would be a transgendered black person who takes meds to lighten the skin color. Michael Jackson comes close.
Not to mention, all those Central Park West pads -- you need to sell lotsa fishwraps to keep those love nests afloat.
Envy is an ugly thing. Goddamn I wish I had a pad like that, though.
Central Park West is great. Learn newspeak, and you can be rich, too. No sweat.
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