Dear Dr. Bones,
If not quite at the Very End of the Line, one is over the last hill and in plain sight of it when Maureen Dowd, an employée of the New York Times Company, starts making sense about something that matters:
| What drives [Governor Romney’s] gaffes is his desire to preen over accomplishments. As a candidate, he’s expected to stoop to conquer, to play a man of the people. But he really wants voters to know that he earned $250 million, and not even in the same business where his dad made a name for himself. So he keeps blurting out hoity-toity stuff to make sure we know he’s not hoi polloi — about his friends who are NASCAR owners, his wife’s Cadillacs, how he likes to fire people and how he, too, is unemployed. And he builds a car elevator in the middle of an economic slough. In his interview with Brian Williams in London, Romney couldn’t resist giving himself the laurels for saving the Salt Lake City Games by analyzing whether the British ones were off by a hair, or a hire. Then he tried to scamper back to the obligatory common-man script and ended up looking clumsy . . . . |
Apart from the trash psychobabble about Daddy, that view of
M. Coriolanus Pompo, Demander of Apologies, is not worth distinguishing from our own.
Paddy and Eye could have distanced ourselves from the laughable lady to some extent by quoting more than we have, but it would be a little dishonourable of us to do so, when we believe this part that Mizz Maureen did get right to be The Key to All Mittologies.
Happy days.
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