I am tired beyond measure of the predictable screeds of this overrated cow.
Aside from the fact that this harpy really needs to get hammered by a well-endowed man, her piece ressurects the well traveled road of those who have never had an original thought in their entire life:
Even Republicans have begun privately admitting what Democrats have been whispering: Mr. Cheney is running the country. He can't get off the ticket because Mr. Bush won't get off the treadmill.
Now, no one of any consequence is really saying this and Dowd knows it, but she just can't stop going on about what a lightweight George "Junior" is. She's done this before, as have other writers on the Junior League Left. This is what happens to bad writers when they get "writer's block"; they steal ideas from others. Joe Conason and other Left wing propagandists were writing this kind of trash two years ago; but at least they had the virtue of being able to write complete paragraphs. Maureen, having no ideas beyond those she's trying to squeeze out of her brain for her next book, steals those ideas she can't come up with herself.
Dowd, almost always uses these one and two line epigrams that have become her answer to Gibbon's The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire.
She's a cheap, no talent intellectual prostitute whose specialty is lines like this gem:
Like a buoyant Dr. Evil holding a napping Bush Mini-Me in a Snugli, Mr. Cheney seems to relish running the world alone. Consider how primary the secondary man is.
Do any of you people realize how much the "Mini-Me" metaphor has been used by others against Bush? I mean, ever since he started running in 1999? Dowd trots this propaganda device (which got its start on Democrat web sites) as if its her invention.
Aside from the fact that this woman is pimping for the Democratic National Committee, she demonstrates once again that she's a shallow, pseudo-intellectual harpy whose specialty is common idea theft. What a stooge! What a maroon!
Let me be the first to say it: "Maureen, you ignorant slut!"
Be Seeing You,
Chris