A Maureen Dowd in every pot
: Well, now the right has one, too. It has its very own Maureen Dowd.
Read David Brooks’ column today and tell me that it (a) makes one damned bit of sense, (b) is worth the price of the ink in his periods.
It is an amateurish exercise in what I call speculative humor: trying to find jokes where they don’t (yet) exist.
He’s trying to be funny, but he fails. He’s trying to be cute, but he fails. He’s trying to say something but he fails.
It’s just like the worst of Dowd.