There’s just something about a privileged prep-schooler in his twilight years going on in the same fashion he has for his entire dull, witless life that sets the blood aflame.
Besides, I can’t do the whole pretentious, annoying, ersatz intellectual thing every damn day, can I? No, I can’t, because that actually takes a little (very little) bit of fucking brainpower, whereas just bashing on Dionne is like doing pushups or crunches for me.
So he starts out like this: “What happened tonight to the Scott Brown who had endeared himself to a lot of Massachusetts voters by being a nice guy?”
FFS! Really? So that’s what American politics is all about for Dionne: endearing oneself to voters by “being a nice guy.” Well, at least we’re not asking ourselves, “What happened today to the E.J. Dionne who had endeared himself to a lot of dull Washington Post readers and editors by being utterly vacuous?” (And, unfortunately, I’ve heard that smug, spittly voice enough times to hear it even as I’m skimming the utterly useless, smug and spittly Washington Post piece.) Dionne goes on to mention a couple of (possibly, marginally) mean-spirited things that Scott Brown said to Elizabeth “Cherokee Nation” Warren during last night’s senatorial debate in Boston. Arbiter of niceness—E.J. Dionne! What did we do to deserve this?
The question: How insipid does a 60-year-old man who’s spent his entire life going down on the rich and powerful want to be? As mentioned, this is a guy who grew up soft and easy, which makes this approach to life—this “consistency” (see Gunny’s quotes above)—inexcusable. Look, I care more about the consistency of Bill O’Reilly’s bowel movements than who wins in Massachusetts; I just can’t stand E.J. Dionne or a single fucking thing he represents.
Is this ad hominem/ad toolinem? Does it say more about me than it does E.J. Dionne? Uh…maybe…