Maureen Dowd’s reaction in the NYT to the debt deal is about as level headed as one might expect from her, which is to say, it’s entirely emotional. overwrought and unhinged. And pointless.
Tea Party budget-slashers didn’t sport the black capes with blood-red lining beloved by the campy Vincent Price or wield the tinglers deployed by William Castle. But in their feral attack on Washington, in their talent for raising goose bumps from Wall Street to Westminster, this strange, compelling and uncompromising new force epitomized “Invasion of the Body Snatchers” and evoked comparisons to our most mythic creatures of the night.
They were like cannibals, eating their own party and leaders alive. They were like vampires, draining the country’s reputation, credit rating and compassion. They were like zombies, relentlessly and mindlessly coming back again and again to assault their unnerved victims, Boehner and President Obama. They were like the metallic beasts in “Alien” flashing mouths of teeth inside other mouths of teeth, bursting out of Boehner’s stomach every time he came to a bouquet of microphones. (Conjuring that last image on Monday, Vladimir Putin described America as “a parasite.”)
Dowd is so flighty and unserious she can’t even stick to a single monster metaphor. She’s just flinging Halloween goop at the walls hoping something will stick.
Read the whole thing if you want to waste five minutes observing the liberal mind. Terrorists one day, monsters the next, and never a clue or a “new tone of civility” to be gained in between. I mean, really, Dowd has evidently been reading up on horror movies to fill her empty days and nights. Not actually watching horror or reading horror novels, but reading what others say about horror. And she thinks that arms her with enough wisdom to weigh in on complex issues that are clearly over her empty head.
And the alleged “paper of record” deems it all worthy of publication. We’re supposed to reason with and negotiate with such people about the fate of the nation?
Unhinged.
She is not the only one on the Left whose head is exploding. They are all screaming, because the Dems got nothing in the debt talks. Sore losers. This is just sour grapes. In fact, it is projection. They are frothing at the mouth in their rage.
The Left is used to the Republicans caving every time, and Boehner tried to cave, but the Tea Party caucus stopped him. So, the Left, correctly, “blames” the Tea Party.
The deal ain’t great, but we got something and they got nothing. Is it sufficient? No, but it is what we could get for now. 3 yards and a cloud of dust.
What’s more bizarre is that these folks are getting unhinged about nothing:
The “Tea Party” didn’t do anything. Really. Nada. Zip. Niente.
This whole orchestrated attack on a loose confederation of small(er) government types is smoke and mirrors on top of a smoke-and-mirrors debt ceiling agreement. The narrative is more detached from reality than Baghdad Bob. There is nothing the least bit “Tea Partyish” about the debt agreement. Read it.
All the collection of conservatives, dubbed the “Tea Party” by mendacious opponents, did was prevent a more egregious debt deal than the one agreed to. That’s it. That. Is. All. They. Did.
So, because of this fairy tale, if the economy continues to go sour, and it almost certainly will, the “Tea Party” (scare quotes deliberate) will get the blame for something they didn’t do and tried to prevent.
It might behoove Tea Party stalwarts to be a lot more modest about taking credit. Better yet, disavow it, and stop bragging. Fools.
maureen dowd is just another useful idiot for her political hack masters in D.C.
Poor Modo. She has a lot of time on her hands at night because she couldn’t get a date on New Year’s Eve in a mens’ prison if she were waiving a fistful of twenties and had a bottle of scotch in her other hand.
“And the alleged ‘paper of record’ deems it all worthy of publication.”
The key word in that sentence is “alleged”. I don’t know why Bryan refers to space in the New York Times as “valuable real estate”. The NYT has been nothing but a birdcage liner for many years.
I’m astonished that you people have missed what seems obvious–there is no “Maureen Dowd.” It’s a joke the NY Times editorial staff has been playing on its readers, although if you ask me the joke has gone on far too long.
“MoDo” is a parody, a caricature of what would happen if you let the stereotypical “woman writer” loose on the editorial pages, what would happen if a ditz were given the chance to pretend she knows a lot about politics. Note, as above, the frequent pop culture references to show that she’s with it, the cutsey-poo nicknames for world leaders, and so forth. Even the NY Times today wouldn’t give such a real person serious newspaper space.
The actress who plays her on the Sunday talk shows should get more roles. She does a good job with the character, showing undoubted intelligence mixed with unmistakable silliness.