Nothing Makes A Villager Happier

Than piloting every conversation away from any potentially awkward discussion of what utterly clueless, privileged, lying, always-wrong sacks of assfoam bromide they are...

...and onto safer, cheerier topics.

Even if they have to lie about it.

From David Brooks:

My real subject today is Herman Cain
...

Let’s start with the politics of it. My first question is over whether the Clinton statute of limitations has expired. My assumption, post Lewinsky scandal, was that for at least a decade no president or presidential candidate could be punished for an improper workplace relationship because if Clinton could get away with it then no one else should suffer.

"get away with it"?

/Shrugs/

The only real difference between what Mr. Brooks does and what Rush Limbaugh does is that Our Mr. Brooks works his ass-for-rent/tell-you-any-lie-you-wanna-hear end of the business for high-income-bracket-types and with a courtesan's blush, while Limbaugh grinds out his living giving fast, unromantic ten-dollar political handjobs to white trash.

Or, as I wrote here:

Like a high-end, concierge version of the sewage that Fox and hate Radio pump into the amygdalae of the Pig People, Bobo provides his clients with a form of specialized fetish fulfillment.

The only question which is still open to debate is whether or not Mr. Brooks' compulsive, self-absolving revisionism has finally gnawed so syphilitically into his brain that he actually cannot remember what he and his Party put this country through during the 1990s for the sake of partisan advantage and Neocon dreams of empire.

Because I sure as Hell do: