This week, Mean Maureen, Queen of Spleen, pounded away at yet another column that like so many others, should have been titled: “Knock, Knock, it’s Sarah Palin! Or, better yet: Knock Knock Sarah Palin. Once again she yapped on about Sarah’s hunting adventures. Haven’t we all heard enough From Maureen and the NY Times about how “Sarah killed a moose, and showed pictures of her at a “dressing party” where the moose is butchered? “How brutal! Hate Sarah Palin! Hate Sarah Palin! Please hate Sarah Palin!” But… the next week, in the Dining Section, they run a picture of a young woman butchering an animal – but this time, to editorial cheers. ”You go, green girl! Butcher your own meat!” Translation: she’s a Democrat!
Q: Are those NYTer’s the biggest hypocrites ever?
A: You betcha!
And who slaughtered all the pigs and cows in their neat rows of heating trays, lying under the sneeze guards in the cafeteteria at the Times?
Maureen, who slaughtered the cow that provided the steak au poivre you ate for dinner last night?
So after reading as much as I could of this editorial cud (as in: what cows chew, then vomit up, swallow, re-chew, repeat ad-infinitum) I thought maybe the comments section would provide some fun. How right I was! Below, Thomas Sonshi, not seeing the nose on his own face, says:
But isn’t it more accurate to say “that crazy broad at the Times has no empathy for those they go after?”
Not that I think Sarah Palin, needs wants or cares about Maureen’s empathy.
And anyway, isn’t “Maureen” & “empathy” an oxymoron?
The Chicago Mafia takes a hit from Maureen Dowd. So, Obama brings old pal, Desiree Rogers to the White House from Chicago as Social Secretary and (isn’t that special) Special Assistant to the President. But she’s just interested in getting her picture in some fashion magazine wearing Oscar de la Renta in the Rose Garden… till the Press Secretary torpedoed that idea. Acording to Mean Maureen Dowd, Rogers is yakking it up and swilling Cosmopolitans at her own table of guests, instead of checking out the guest list in front of the velvet ropes at Studio 1600. I guess she figures she’s off duty. BIG QUESTION MARK GOES HERE. OH, AND MAKE THAT QUESTION MARK BOLD, WHILE YOU’RE AT IT.
So, don’t blame the Secret Service! Maybe Desiree should be doing a little apologizing of her own.
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Today, NY Times Vixen of Venom, Maureen Dowd, bemoans the fate of White House counsel Greg Craig. Apparently Craigs’s been “dumped” by Obama, after helping Obama get elected by eviscerating Craig’s own close friend, Clinton White House colleague and Yale classmate, Hillary Clinton.
During the bitter 2008 Democratic primary, Craig told the press Hillary had exaggerated her foreign policy experience and didn’t pass “the Commander-in-Chief test.” Craig’s assault on Clinton was said to be “brutally effective, taking apart her claims of involvement, country by country.”
Dowd wonders if Craig would have attacked his long-time pal Hillary, if he’d known Obama’s gratitude would be so short lived.
What strange upside-down immoral universe does Dowd live in? Everyone knows Dowd trembles with hatred for the Clintons. So… does she think back stabbing shits like Craig should be showered with gratitude – in general- or just if they back-stab a Clinton? Obama was right to toss Craig under the bus like a snot filled tissue! If Craig was so quick to betray his own close friend, White House colleague and Yale classmate, why would Obama think Craig would show a shred more loyalty to him somewhere down the line?
Read the Dowd column here:
Maureen Dowd Raps Joe Wilson's Knuckles
The title of Mean Maureen’s column today: Rapping Joe’s Knuckles.
If the Senate wants to censor Joe Wilson for calling President Obama a liar, at a joint session of congress, you won’t catch me crying over it. But if we’re going to argue about restoring civility to our public discourse, I hardly think Mean Maureen’s the best candidate for poster child.
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In her column today, Maureen twists the truth about Congressman Joe Wilson’s outburst during a joint session of Congress, when he yelled at The President, “you lie!” Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t approve of what he did. But he did apologize and the White House accepted his apology.
But Mean Maureen needs a cat-fight to give herself that bloodlust hard-on she lives for. Even a mega-dose of Viagra just doesn’t do it for her bile-rotted genitals anymore. Today’s column could be considered a sequel to last Wednesday’s column “More Rocky, Less Spocky,” in which she exhorts Obama to be less measured in his dealings with those who disagree with him. That entire column could be distilled into three words – that schoolyard chant you hear when two boneheads with a disagreement, circle each other, while the moron onlookers egg them on with a chant of “Fight! Fight! Fight!”
She takes three facts about Wilson;
1. He belonged to the Sons of Confederate Veterans.
2. He led a campaign to fly the Confederate flag above the S.C. Capitol building in 2000.
3. He did not believe the claim of a black woman who said she was Strom Thurmond’s daughter. As it turned out, she was his daughter. Dowd isn’t clear at what point he disbelieved her claim. Was it when she first made the claim or after the DNA test? That’s kind of important, no?
From there she makes the outrageous leap, stating as fact, that Joe Wilson was not really saying: “you lie!’” She claims he is really saying “you lie ‘boy.’” There she goes, whipping out the race card. It doesn’t matter that he never said any such thing. If Mean Maureen says it’s so, then it must be so! The fish-netted dominatrix of the NY Times cracked her whip, and truth bent over at her command and pulled down its pants! Continue reading
Someone check Maureen Dowd for a pulse! Maybe take her temperature. Does she need a nice rejuvenating bowl of chicken soup? As we all know, she positively glows when using her bully pulpit at the Times to attack a powerful woman. Today’s prey is Anna Wintour. But Dowd seems uncharacteristically ambivalent about the attack. Mean Maureen is positively lackluster! Instead of displaying her usual energetic savagery, via quotes, she mostly lets the Wintour insults come from the lips of others. Normally, she hogs the dagger, slamming it into her victims back, again, and again, and again, until the moment of her earsplitting orgasm. Multiple orgasms, or so I hear. Continue reading
Laugh out loud! Below is a comment posted to the Judith Warner column (see previous post) at the Times website. It seems that every third comment mentions Maureen Dowd’s endlessly shrill, tiresome, repetitive shrieking. But this one made me burst out laughing. Thank you Marc Farre, whoever you are. I invite you to guest post here at: Mean Maureen Dowd! Just say the word. Just email me when you’re ready: firstname.lastname@example.org
Slap on your Hazmat suits and join me Next Friday, August 21st for the big debut of my new section dedicated to the bile spewing columnist, Mean Maureen Dowd. I just read a piece by Times columnist Judith Warner about how the press trivializes Hillary Clinton by treating everything she does as entertainment. Note to Judith Warner: your Times cubicle mate, Maureen Dowd is the most aggressive ardent Hillary assassin of all time. I’m still haunted by memories of the past election season; whether you were for or against Hillary Clinton, no one defiled her in the media with as much blood lust as female journalists did, and among those female journalists, the savagery of Maureen Dowd was bested by none! So here’s to my new section, named for Maureen Dowd. Judith Warner, thanks for making such a good point.