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?