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MONDAY, MARCH 5, 2007
WHEN YOU READ DOWD, YOURE RIDING WITH COULTER: The nations big papers and pundits have been exceptionally dainty about Ann Coulters latest. On Friday, at a major conservative political gathering in DC, she called John Edwards a f*ggot. This has produced little reporting or commentary in the mainstream press. For example, Coulters comment has not been mentioned in any of the Washington Posts news reporting. (It was mentioned, very briefly, in passing, in Dana Milbanks Saturday sketch.) If Nexis is to be believed, it hasnt been mentioned in the Boston Globe or the Chicago Tribune at all. This morning, USA Today skips it.
But then, theres little new about Coulters conduct—or about the press corps silence. In July 2006, for example, Coulter called Al Gore a total fag on Hardball. Chris Matthews—an endless Gore-trasher himself—didnt utter a peep of protest. No, Matthews doesnt approve of Coulter. But he was too weak—too afraid—to speak up.
Nor did the press corps offer a peep of complaint about Coulters ludicrous best-seller, Slander. When it appeared in 2002, the book simply brimmed with factual errors—literally, from its first page to its last. But the New York Times knew the easy way out! Its reviewer, Janet Maslin, took a talking-point straight from Coulter. In her review, Maslin cited the number of foot-notes in Slander, and used the footnotes as a marker of the vast research its author had so clearly conducted. As we noted, if you simply checked out some of those footnotes, you would have quickly seen that Coulters book was a fraud (see THE DAILY HOWLER, 7/22/02). But praising Coulter for her research makes life much simpler for Manhattans swells. It exempts them from all those hateful e-mails. As such, it gets them to the Hamptons a bit earlier on Fridays. Or possibly, on Thursday nights.
Yep! Our news orgs have long enabled Coulter. If your nation goes up in the smoke in the process, these loathsome Antoinettes just dont care.
But then, why should pundits criticize Coulter when she describes Dem males as big f*ggots? Its very similar to the gender-based analysis their dauphine, the Comptesse Maureen Dowd, has long offered. In Dowds work, John Edwards is routinely the Breck Girl(five times so far—and counting), and Gore is so feminized that hes practically lactating. Indeed, two days before we voted in November 2000, Dowd devoted her entire column, for the sixth time, to an imaginary conversation between Gore and his bald spot. I feel pretty, her headline said (pretending to quote Gores inner thoughts).That was the image this idiot wanted you carrying off to the voting booth with you! Such is the state of Maureen Dowds broken soul. And such is the state of her cohort.
And now, in the spirit of fair play and brotherhood, she is extending this type of analysis to Barack Obama. In the past few weeks, she has described Obama as legally blonde (in her headline); as Scarlett OHara (in her next column); as a Dreamboy, as Obambi, and now, in her latest absurd piece, as a schoolboy (text below). Do you get the feeling that Dowd may have a few race-and-gender issues floating around in her inane, tortured mind? But this sort of thing is nothing new for the comptesse. Indeed, such imagery almost defines the work of this loathsome, inane Antoinette.
Coulter has been visibly disturbed ever since hitting cable in the mid-90s. But Dowd is a borderline nutcase too—a slightly cleaned up version of Coulter. (Ah, we Irish! Yes, each had an Irish Catholic dad.) Coulter comes right out and calls Dem men f*ggots—but Maureen Dowd has always come close. Just as Chris Matthews is a slightly cleaned-up William Donohue, Dowd is a more presentable Coulter. For mainstream voters, Maureen is easier to take. For that reason, she has done us more harm.
Coulter teaches contempt for gays, and tries to extend that contempt to Dem pols. But thats what Dowd has done all these years! And we liberals and Dems have been too weak to understand and address the problem.
We scream about Coulter—and give Dowd a pass. But when you read Dowd, youre riding with Coulter! When will we get our heads out of our keisters and take ourselves where the harm is the greatest? It makes us feel good to savage vile Coulter. But what about simpering Dowd?
HER LATEST INANITY: Has there ever been a more tortured soul than that of the hapless, inane Dowd? Dowd is the badly-maimed semi-survivor of our mid-century Irish-Catholic cultural wars. In her most recent column, on Saturday past, she pretty much begged us to see this.
The destructive themes of Dowds broken soul were on display in her first seven paragraphs.
First, the thinly-veiled contempt she directs toward all Big Dem male pols. Heres the first paragraph of her column—a column in which she begs Obama to get in a big fight with Clinton:
DOWD (3/3/07): As I sit across from Barack Obama in his Senate office, I feel like Ingrid Bergman in ''The Bells of St. Mary's,'' when she plays a nun who teaches a schoolboy who's being bullied how to box.Its no surprise to see that the nuns are still haunting Maureen Dowds dreams. But note the instant description of Obama. Lets say it again: In the past few weeks, Dowd has described Obama as legally blonde; as Scarlett OHara; as Obambi, as a Dreamboy, and now as a schoolboy. But as weve noted, Dowd persistently mocks Dem males as a race of big girlie-men. They feel pretty—and theyre the Breck Girl. Now, Obama is constantly some sort of boy—or an iconic white woman.
Big Dem men are constantly girls. And big Dem women? Keep reading:
DOWD (continuing directly—pgh 2): I'm just not certain, having watched the fresh-faced senator shy away from fighting with the feral Hillary over her Hollywood turf, that he understands that a campaign is inherently a conflict.Big Dem women are feral! Indeed, when we get to paragraph 4 through 6, Dowd spells it out just as clear as a belle at a ball. Added warning! When Dowd refers to Obama as Barry, its one more snide diminution:
DOWD (paragraph 4-6): After David Geffen made critical comments about Hillary, she seized the chance to play Godzilla stomping on Obambi.Leave aside the persistent infantilism involved in images like Godzilla and Bambi. Here, Dowd states her endless—and vacuous—theme. Big Dem males (like Barry) are girls. And big Dem women are men.
Dowd has pimped these inane, tortured theme for more than a decade. For the record, though, one Dem male was not a girl in Saturdays column. That would be Clinton aide Howard Wolfson. In paragraph 7, Dowd called him as a thug.
So lets see. Obama (Obambi) is just a boy. Clinton (Godzilla) is a man—and shes feral. And what led Dowd to cast this strange drama? Simple! When David Geffen called Clinton every name in the book, Clinton called on Obama to denounce his statements! Was this a good tactical move by Clinton? We have no idea—but its a very tame bit of political conduct. But it isnt tame in the mind of Dowd, or in the scripts of her well-scripted cohort! (More below.) In Dowds mind, this unexceptional behavior made Clinton a thug—and, of course, it made her a man. And when Obama didnt punch back hard enough, that made him a weak boy—a Barry.
Dowd goes on and on, throughout this column, trying to start a (pointless) fight among Dems. But lets remember the basic theme: Every Democrat must be a loser! When Clinton makes a fairly trivial move, she has fought Obama too hard! When Obama doesnt name-call Clinton, he hasnt fought hard enough!
It would be hard to get dumber than this. And its hard to imagine why grown men and women at the Times (Andrew Rosenthal) still put this embarrassing schlock into print. But unfortunately, Maureen Dowd is an authority figure, writing at the top of our journalistic elite. She has offered this tormented dreck for years. During that time, Dems and liberals have suffered endlessly from her dumb, tortured conduct. We are in Iraq today because of the work of these losers.
And oh by the way, its never her fault! Go ahead! Treat yourselves to a dark, morbid chuckle as Dowd, in paragraph 3 of this column, states an all-important part of her inane cohorts script:
DOWD (paragraph 3): The Democrats lost the last two excruciatingly close elections because Al Gore and John Kerry did not fight fiercely and cleverly enough.Of course! It cant be said often enough! Right in paragraph 3, Dowd re-schools us. It was all Gores (and Kerrys) fault!
So lets see: Dowd invented the punishing Love Story bull-roar. She lied about the Naomi Wolf business—savaging Gore every step of the way. She devoted six separate columns to the punishing image of crazy Gore holding conversations with his bald spot. And, of course, she invented that laughable Kerry quotation—the quote that Kerry never actually spoke. But always, Dowd returns to that key part of the script—what happened to them was all their own fault! Those Dems are just such big girlie-men! They didnt fight fiercely enough!
WIKIPEDIA: Fulfilling Marie Antoinette's determination to avoid boredom, conversation in her circle shied away from the mundane or intellectual. According to Madame Campan, one of the queen's ladies-in-waiting, "The newest songs from the Comédie, the most timely joke or pun or quip, the bon mot of the day, the latest and choicest titbit of scandal or gossip—these comprised the sole topics of conversation in the intimate group about the queen; discussion on a serious plane was banished from her court."Who wouldnt think of our own inane Dowd when reading that portrait of Antoinette? After all, Dowds circle of friends is exclusive too; it includes an array of the jugglers and clowns who have done so much to degrade our discourse (see THE DAILY HOWLER, 2/23/07). And Dowds court is determined to help their queen avoid the boredom which presses out from her soul. Once again, we recommend Gay Jerveys portrait of Dowds social conscience, as presented long ago in Brills Content:
JERVEY (6/99): "Maureen is very talented," observes Joe Klein of The New Yorker. "But she is ground zero of what the press has come to be about in the nineties...I remember having a discussion with her in which I said, 'Maureen, why don't you go out and report about something significant, go out and see poor people, do something real?' And she said, 'You mean I should write about welfare reform?'"Let them eat Ring-Dings, Dowd told Klein. Heaven forbid that this fatuous loser should actually report about something significant. Heaven forbid that our top Antoinette should care about real peoples lives.
Yep! In the 90s, Dowd was ground zero of a fatuous press corps—and things are only worse today. But then, the Dowds have always moved among us. In turn, the Madame Campans have bustled about, shielding such queens from their own inner boredom. And they themselves have done their best to visit their own inane, broken souls on a wider and suffering world.
TOMORROW: The evil of the press corps banality, Selma and slave-owner style.
VINTAGE DOWD: One more part of Dowds latest column defines the great dauphines style:
DOWD (3/3/07): When the Tiger Woods of politics goes to a civil rights commemoration in Selma, Ala., this weekend—just as the story breaks that his white ancestors had slaves—he will compete for attention with Hillary and the man billed as the first black president. How does he feel about the Clintons double-teaming him?Hiss! Spit! Hiss-spit! Mee-ow! Dowd, broken loser of silly cultural wars, has always written like a throwback survivor of mid-century womens pages. And so—Hiss! Hiss-spit! Meow!—she couldnt wait to alert her readers to this latest bit of biographical inanity. More on this topic tomorrow.
According to Madame Campan, the latest and choicest titbit of scandal or gossip—these comprised the sole topics of conversation in the intimate group about the queen. And darlings! According to a genealogical researcher, one of Obamas great-great-great-great grandfathers may have owned two slaves at one time! For a brief moment, Dowds boredom had lifted. So she rushed to transmit the new tidbit.
THE ROLE THAT IS PLAYED BY ANN COULTER: Gore and Edwards are big girlie-men! Dowd delivers this message to the New York Times crowd—and Coulter sends the message to losers.