Maureen Dowd Strikes Again
I’m still amazed that the New York Times hasn’t called and begged me to come to work for them as an opinion columnist.
I can write things like this:
I don’t agree with those muttering darkly that the picture of Gov. Sarah Palin with a perky smile and shapely gams posing with a pleased Henry Kissinger, famous for calling power the ultimate aphrodisiac, is a sign of the apocalypse.
It isn’t even a sign of the apocalipstick.
Gams? Shapely gams? Who says gams these days? Not that it matters, but how old is this woman anyway? Maybe her age has something to do with the fact that she seems very, very threatened by Sarah Palin. She needs to work on that.
Oh and…..apocalipstick ? Yeesh. Must have taken her hours to come up with that one.
I like this paragraph, too:
How the mighty 85-year-old Henry the K has fallen from his days chasing Jill St. John and running the world to his hour briefing of a 44-year-old Wasilla hockey mom who may end up running the world.
Kissinger didn’t just chase Jill St. John, he caught her, a fact I’ve been jealous of my whole life. And note that Dowd doesn’t identify Sarah Palin as the Governor of Alaska, but as a “Wasilla hockey mom.” Some serious denial going on there, folks.
Here’s another knee slapper:
Kissinger probably explained détente and Metternich to Palin, while she explained the Iditarod and moose carving to him.
Heh. Moose carving. Clever.
I could spend the next hour dissecting her latest column - for which she got paid, dammit, but just click over and read it for yourself. You’ll like the way she turns on Bill Clinton in the last paragraphs. Henry Kissinger, Sarah Palin, and Bill Clinton all fall victim to her razor wit.
By the way, I must apologize for the picture. I realized to be confused with such a person must be very insulting so, Mr. Jackson, my most humble apologies. I think I may need new glasses.
