Maureen Dowd Two Minute Mock
Return of the Lesbian Wannabe Witch
January 15, 2004
by
Bernard Chapin
“Ding
Dong the wicked witch, the wicked witch is”…alive? Apparently so,
which may surprise many a reader because Maureen Dowd hasn’t been
heard from since late November. Just when we thought she had permanently
quit journalism and decided to run a school for urban bitchery, she
decided to churn out new propaganda.
I decided to write her a welcome back letter on the behalf of everybody
at Mensnewsdaily.com so she wouldn’t feel neglected. Ah, so many
narcissists, so little time.
Here’s what I emailed (try not to read this at work due to the possibility
of your weeping from it pulling on your heart strings):
Uncle Bern saying hi, Big Mo.
Hope the cellulite surgery, facelift and retoxification went well.
We were concerned at Mensnewsdaily about you and are pleased you’re
back. You were correct in defying your psychiatrist’s orders and
returning to work. We don't need any more people on disability leave.
I read your new column and see you're still a partisan liar-- which
is good. After all, the truth would fit you like a pair of spandex
shorts. Keep writing and identifying for the general population that
the "crazy left" exists and that The New York Times is a
cabal of American-hating criminals.
Your mate [yeah right!],
Bernard Chapin
Her comeback album, or column, as the case may be, is called “Tizzy
Over Lezzies”
It celebrates two of her favorite topics: lesbianism and the bashing
George W. Bush. First she begins by rejoicing that Bush, just like
Maureen perhaps (because we’re all just like Maureen—aren’t we?),
might be concerned about putting on weight due to problems with his
knees. Then she provides more truth that we might expect out of one
of her gossip columns when she states, “the Democrats seem puny wandering
around Iowa. And more Americans are pronouncing themselves pleased
with Mr. Bush.”
Mo couldn’t be more right. I think she is coming to terms with the
fact that she’ll never be Howard Dean’s Communication Director because
he’s going to get stomped like a fire ant at a summer barbeque in
the upcoming election.
Yet, her worthy observations are merely a ruse to get our attention
before a tidal wave of whining begins. She credits Bush’s popularity
with the populace as being based in our own stupidity. You see, what
dummies like the majority of our countrymen fail to understand, in
Mo’s upperclass opinion, is that Bush has yet to solve all of our
problems so he has no value as a leader. She blames him for not finishing
off Osama (how does she know?), Al Qaeda, and that Iraq is not yet
completely pacified. Miss Dowd also seems to resent that we descended
into terror alert during the holiday season.
Her critique revolves around Bush not being a perfect president,
which he is not. Of course, he’s done far better on all counts than
any Democratic president would have done. Does she imagine that one
of them would be stronger on national security? Certainly not, but
Bush has, just like the American people, failed to live up to her
ideals.
In actuality, a president who met with her approval would quickly
add a Department of Peace (ala Kucinich) and attempt to turn guns
into butter. They would forever avoid mentioning Al Qaeda, Osama,
or terrorism in general in the hopes that time would erode them away
or that our enemies would be intimidated by a policy of “engagement.”
The motto of Miss Dowd and her kind is “why pay when you can play
and play?” Life is a soda, “drink it up,” and then cross your fingers
that dictators and radical regimes will do the same. When they do
not, blame a future or past conservative administration for your loses.
Then offer concessions to your tormentors at once.
Maureen is incapable of saying, “Saddam is gone and the world is
a better place” because she could care less. She may have thought
deeply about it and concluded, “What does someone that icky have to
do with me anyway?” She couldn’t give a damn about the thousands
and thousands he tortured and murdered. No, to her Bush is the evil
one, although he allows her to character assassinate him twice a week.
Saddam is so twenty minutes ago! Why should our trendy elite care
at all?
She then mentions Bush’s fundraising and derides his pandering to
constituencies, yet Bush is an amateur in raising cash in comparison
with his predecessor. Besides, unlike William Jefferson Clinton,
the funds he receives are from actual Americans as opposed to couriers
fronting for the rulers of the People’s Republic of China.
I wonder if Maureen ever reflected on why foreign intelligence services
were so eager to raise funds for a Democratic president? Might it
have something to do with the fact that Democrats are too sophisticated
and drenched in nuance to worry about the banal concept of separating
friend from foe? Yes, it seems Clinton, Gore, and Dean are above
that sort of thing. How Wal-Mart of me to even bring it up.
Then she serves us a standard leftist lie: “Mr. Bush has decided
to offer legitimacy only to those dispossessed groups in American
society who may be politically useful to him.” First of all, what
groups in America are dispossessed? Everyone, at a group level, is
succeeding in this land. Although, from a Manhattan apartment it
must be easy to imagine that they’re not and that every person one
doesn’t employ as a servant is starving to death.
Second, Bush clearly wishes to represent all Americans. If he were
only representing people like me he would have used his veto fifty
times in a row by now. Believe me, this guy wants everyone’s vote.
Third, this “dispossessed” distortion is awful suspicious to me.
The Democratic Party is the only organization I know of that willingly
tries to dispossess our citizenry. They bait blacks and Hispanics
into hating our country. Blacks Americans, if separated out from
the rest of our population, are independently one of fifteen strongest
economies in the world. Yet Democratic operatives strive to spin
every middle class dwelling into a high-rise project, and an obesity
epidemic among the poor is reinterpreted as continuing starvation
in our inner cities.
The Democrats have created the notion of “dispossessed” but they
hate it when the groups that once suffered oppression now succeed.
It robs then of votes. They will find out about this in November.
Then she gives a warm, lascivious French (it’d have to be with a
NYT employee) kiss to lesbians and gays in general. Wait until
you read this:
While Republican strategists argue about whether to turn some
poor gay couple who got married in Vermont into Willie and Willie
Horton, or just use the issue in targeted spots in bluenosed red states
so the president doesn't seem bigoted, the culture is racing ahead.
I break in here to highlight a couple of things. First, notice the
strawman argument. If you object to gay marriage then you equate
gays with being criminals like Willie Horton. No conservative I know
has ever done this, and her mini-point by mentioning Horton is that
Bush will use the gay marriage issue to influence the election. Why
shouldn’t he? If he does then we can credit it to public disapproval
of the way our culture is massaging itself onwards.
Second, she dismisses those who disagree with her about gay marriage
as being bluenosed (Websters--“person who advocates a rigid moral
code”). In this light, gay marriage is normal and those who disagree
with it are abnormal. Nothing could be farther from the truth. Most
Americans tolerate gays in all their shades and shimmer, but predominantly
we want marriage preserved for a man and a woman.
Third, she cannot miss an opportunity to slam red state citizens.
In case you’re wondering, red state Americans are those who hail from
states that supported Bush in 2000, and if you’re from such a state
then you’ve lead a charmed existence because city dwellers like me
are burdened by the irrational left on a daily basis. Although, I
wonder if Maureen’s low opinion of red state Americans would improve
if she knew that I, and Mike LaSalle, hail from the blue states of
Illinois and California. I have a feeling we’ll never know.
My fourth point concerns his comment that culture is racing ahead.
Clearly it is but what she leaves out is that its destination, if
not altered, will be total nihilism. Culture’s progressing, just
like socialism did, towards a huge ditch brimming with acid.
Next, she says, with the euphoria that could only come from an incredibly
bitter heterosexual:
Women kissing women, often as a way of turning on men [Yea!
Break out the confetti!] has become such a staple of entertainment
that by the time Madonna and Britney did it on stage, it seemed more
stale than shocking.
I’m sure the scene was not shocking for Miss Dowd. She probably
video-taped it and tried to have it played at Times Square in the
hopes of convincing more women to give up on men and try their best
friends out instead. Although to me, the three way with Skankulera
was quite shocking. How could it not surprise one the way in which
older women try to corrupt and destroy those who are younger and prettier?
Misery loves company and that’s why Madonna and Menstral Dowd, would
like nothing better than to see Britney ruin her life and become a
jaded has-been.
More revelry follows:
The Washington Post reported on Sunday that lesbian love had swept
high schools here: "You can see this new trend on Friday nights
outside Union Station, sweethearts from high schools around the Washington
area, some locking lips. . . . These girls pack Ani DiFranco concerts
and know Tatu lyrics by heart. Their attention is usually directed
exclusively at each other, but not always: a group of girls at a private
school in Northwest Washington charge boys $10 to watch the girls
make out in front of them."
Wow, that’s great! Somebody should write a column about it. This
is undoubtedly a true story and only confirms the fact that radical
feminism has denigrated our culture to the point where it’d make more
sense to start from scratch. Maureen is exultant over the radical’s
victory as will receive great consolation at the end of her lonely
days from the knowledge that others are as tortured as she.
These young girls have been raised in an environment of immediate
gratification and they do not know the price they may yet pay for
self-destructive behaviors. There is always a ledger and future suitors
will undoubtedly consult it. After these girls are done with their
experimentation, who in the world would f---ing want them? I know
I wouldn’t.
Men, here is your enemy, watch her brag:
Long regarded as the least glamorous of all minority groups, lesbians
are now cover girls [Well, not real lesbians anyway]. Showtime
has a vampy new program about lesbians in L.A. called "The L
Word." That landed Jennifer Beals and its other sexy female stars
seminude on the cover of this week's New York magazine, with the headline
"Not Your Mother's Lesbians." (I didn't know my mother had
lesbians.) A cross between "Sex and the City" and a Budweiser
ad, "The L Word" features women sitting around the table
at a restaurant, tartly dishing about dating, grooming and getting
pregnant [Now that is really deep–call Roger Kimball.]
But with these very unflannel "lezzies," the search for
"fresh meat" and "new blood" is confined to one
sex, babies come through sperm-in-a-cup, the waxing discussions are
even raunchier [You know saliva’s dripping from her mouth as she
writes this], and the weary, worldly bon mots are along the lines
of "Lesbians think friendship's another word for foreplay."
Well, I think we know humans would have died out long before the
Bronze Age if friendship were another word for foreplay. Somebody
better watch Maureen’s schnauzer because I suspect the friendly little
fellow’s getting the lapdog service as we speak. Finally, she ends
her ramble with the profane:
It's hard to figure, but America seems ready to embrace W. and
the L word at the same time. The new L word, that is.
Okay, so “lesbian” will replace “love” as the new L word. What a
healthy prognosis for our society! This should give 97% of the population
a good reason to dismiss the claims of Maureen and her clique of radicals
at The New York Times forever.
Bernard Chapin
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Bernard Chapin
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