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?