Pictured just before Rick Perry went all Tiger Blood Crazy and was replaced by Ashton Kutcher.
Meanwhile, Charlie Pierce dressed up as driftglass for Halloween and used his bag of candy to beat down David Fucking Brooks. Again.
I don't think it's too strident to demand at this point that David Brooks be hauled up before a jury consisting of everyone else in America and forced to defend himself against several million counts of being an insufferable twat in a public place. In today's episode of Missing the Point So I Don't Miss a Meal, Our Mr. Brooks informs us that he once again has placed us all under close inspection beneath his monocle and discovered that some of us are very angry, not because some thieves in nice suits pillaged the national economy and then held the scraps for ransom.
Let me make clear that I an totally fucking de-lighted that someone outside of the Liberal Bloghetto has taken official notice of the fact that David Brooks is, variously, a complete tool of the plutocracy, a public embarrassment, a teller of great big lies and a consistently bad writer.
Bravo, Mr. Pierce.
What is a little hard to take -- after writing +300 columns and +100 graphics over the last seven years exhaustively deconstructing David Brooks' happy horseshit racket down to its constituent atoms -- is learning that, outside of the Liberal Bloghetto, I still do not exist.
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Considering the Southern base of the modern GOP, two and three-fifths men seems more appropriate.
Not exist?
Only as a god doesn't.
S
Brooks is a well paid clown/jester. You are neither. I feel your pain.
The sweetly insufferable price of anonymity, perhaps.
That noted, We (the anonymous who toiled against the dark ages of last decade lost) kept it safe for those who can be bylined to have contra-authoritarian opinions, however fleetingly sporadic.
So there is that.
;>)
Paying writers only encourages them.
Plus, the bloghetto has all the good wine, women and song.
That said, It'd be nice if Esquire and other outlets will hire an intrepid blogger or two...
Here's how I try to explain Our Mr. Brooks to the kids:
In reading Brooks, you always have to ask yourself, "What's he up to here?" At first glance, it looks as if he's saying only, "Hey, not all the overpaid CEOs are on Wall Street. Most live in other towns & cities across America." This is not exactly news.
But why is he saying that? And why is it important to refocus our attention on what he calls "red inequality" -- the growing income gap between college-educated & non-college-educated Americans -- and to fuggedabout "blue inequality"-- the growing gap between the superrich who live in cities & everybody else?
Obviously, the colors Brooks chose are important: "red inequality" occurs in middle American Republican states & "blue inequality" occurs in elite librul cities populated by fancy ex-hippies & celebrities.
But remember that Republicans love "class warfare," despite their recent cries that OWS & Obama are "waging class warfare." What they love, though, is establishing a divide or "war" between blue-collar conservatives (no college) and white-collar liberals (college).
Ah, but. The 99 Percent is threatening to destroy that divide. Red America is getting the picture: hey, policies that favor the rich are hurting all of the rest of us.
Republicans realized they had to do something. Enter right, smirking, Brooks. He uses a legitimate demographic study to "establish" a premise -- then moves on to another premise entirely, not a hypothesis drawn by the economists who did the study. Brooks' hypothesis: quit directing your anger at Wall Street; direct it at college grads who are getting a better deal than you are. And who are these college grads? Oh, look, they're participants in and supporters of Occupy Wall Street. They are whining because they have to pay back staggering college debt, but don't worry, folks, those college diplomas the hippies don't want to pay for will put them on Easy Street, while you good Americans suffer along endlessly in your crappy low-paying jobs at textile mills & Wal-Mart.
And there is your Subliminal Brooks Message of the Day: Occupy Wall Street is the enemy of the good.
The picture alone caused me to spew before I read one word.
Then I read your words and went to congratulate the young man, went to post my comments congratulating him on being linked to by the great Drifty and ya gotta have a fucking Facebook account.
Can't say I didn't try to let him know just how fucking lucky he was for the link but Facebook can lick my taint.
It taint happening.
A Marie Burns visit?
Nice.
I'm a pretty smart guy. Went to college and everything. I've had a blog for 3 years or so and am not part of any movement. And I had no fucking clue what David Brooks was doing. I didn't get it. I knew he was a bad writer, but that was it.
Now, as a regular reader of you---I get it.
So if you don't exist---who am I quoting on a regular basis?
Just keep doing what you're doing. It matters.
As secrets go, you're out.
It will be a great day when someone finally wises up and gives you a paying gig. That day will be shortly and inevitably followed by the one on which you discover the occupant of the next cubicle is David Fucking Brooks. Matter. Anti-matter. And the Universe explodes.
I need a new Magic 8 Ball.
Face it, Driftglass, you're the Kilgore Trout of US political commentary.
I think you exist..
You are Jack's raging bile duct.
(I am Jack's colon)
lolz
Hey, I'm sure Charlie would say you're the better writer but you say "fuck" too much. Never mind Mr. Pierce, keep on doing what you do as no one else does. At least you can manage to read a David Brooks column from beginning to end, which I'm unable to do at this point without starting a projectile vomiting episode. He really does hate hippies, doesn't he?
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