The Rage of a New York Times Writer

I was reading the Sunday paper, and in the editorials was an article written by Maureen Dowd, of the New York Times called Fashioning Deadly Fiascos. I couldn’t believe someone actually paid her to write this. It blew me away even more to think that someone actually paid to print it. I struggled through the article to find a point, other than the obvious fact that she absolutely hates President Bush and his entire administration.
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Paragraph #1

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Men are simply not biologically suited to hold higher office. The Bush administration has proved that once and for all.”

I know I’m not the brightest guy around, but I failed to see the point. Does she have something against men in general?

Paragraph #2

“These guys can’t be bothered to run the country. They are too obsessed with frivolous stuff, like fashion and whether they look fat. They are catty, sometimes even sabotaging their closest friends. They are deceitful minxes and malicious gossips.”

Well, out of these four sentences, she called “them” three different names!

Paragraph #3

“And heaven knows they’re bad at math. Otherwise, W. would realize that a 60 percent disapproval rating, or worse, means that most Americans would like some fresh blood in the administration. It’s appalling to see ringleaders of the incompetent, mendacious crew who rushed into Iraq but not New Orleans getting big promotions and posh consulting jobs.”

OK. I forgot. I know we had an election. Who got the majority vote? And there’s the name calling again.

It was in paragraph #4 that I decided this article was about former Fema director Michael Brown. She rants on for several paragraphs, criticizing his every move. Sure, he screwed up, dropped the ball, and he got fired. After several paragraphs of the rage against him, she moves on to Donald Rumsfeld, Dick Cheney and the war in Iraq.

She can’t even bring herself to recognize these men by using their names. Instead, she calls them names like “Rummy” and “Bubble headed Brownie”. It all goes back to what I was told as a child. “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything.”

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