"If you wait by the Twitter long enough, the remains of your enemies' careers will float by." -- Sun Tzu, slightly updated
FYI, this post will add nothing to the David Brooks discourse that has been firing off all over Twitter for the last couple of days. This post will not posit any new theories on the subject of "How does David Brooks still have a job?" or the more existential question of "Why does David Brooks exist?" or the very common "Who the hell is David Brooks?".
None of that here today.
Instead, as America's leading Brooksologist, all this post is intended to do is add one more humiliating example of Brooks' privileged myopia to my already vast archives. An item that, when I need it five days or five months or five years from now, will be there, at my fingertips: filed under "The day that Brooks shit the bed so hard and so publicly"...
...that everyone from me...
Whether it's overpaying for booze and a garbage burger and fries at airports or terrorizing innocent bumpkins with hard-to-pronounce sandwiches, David Brooks' new career as the NYT's Food Critic for the Economically Anxious is off to a rocky start. https://t.co/aJfUhs5bUy
— Driftglass, Guardian of Inconvenient History (@Mr_Electrico) September 21, 2023
...to David Simon...
...to DougJBalloon parking six in a row like this over the left field fence...Whiskey River, Take My Mind
— New York Times Pitchbot (@DougJBalloon) September 21, 2023
Red-headed stranger David Brooks is on the road again at the Newark Airport, but the price of scotch has his blue eyes crying in the rain. Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be pundits.
by Maureen Dowd
...to the restaurant where the bed-shitting too place...
Now the airport restaurant itself is dunking on David Brooks. pic.twitter.com/MYCyoVYbnj
— Justin Baragona (@justinbaragona) September 21, 2023
...felt moved to step up and take a swing at this clueless, moon-faced pinata.
8 comments:
Looks like Mr. Brooks had better lay off the booze before expounding about the economy. Idiot.
Your tweet made Rebecca Solnit's ongoing roundup on FB. (I appreciated the callback to the bumpkin column.)
Good morning, Mr. Glass.
Well, at least you got the David Brooks toilet paper for when you go to your bunk for some You Time.
Best to you and your loved ones.
personally, I think you should sue everyone who is taking shots at him over this for walking on your side of the street
And you just know that this meal is going on an expense account somewhere, so Brooks is complaining about its price when he's not even paying.
Infringing hilariously on your territory:
I love that David Brooks exists because he reminds me that my most under developed and least rigorous opinions are still more thoughtful and smart than what regularly appears in the New York Times.
Reading him makes me feel like I’m Adele listening to bad karaoke.— Elie Mystal (@ElieNYC)
-Doug in Sugar Pine
My previous comment hasn't posted yet, but Brooks made a mea culpa during his Friday NewsHour spot. He still doesn't really get it, but he did admit he was dumb.
It was gratifying to see that even Keith Olbermann weighed in, devoting the final segment of his Tuesday podcast to ripping Brooksie a new one, not just over the burger tweet, but his career in general, particularly the infamous 2003 "dream palaces" column for the Weekly Standard.
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