Wednesday, December 10, 2003
Brooks = Small, Occasionally Unavoidable Pile of Shit
Can't we all just stop reading David Brooks' columns--stop referring to them; quoting them; discussing them; arguing with them?
He's a trap. He's like this giggling, smirking, cringing middle-aged imp, creeping his way among the most obvious political and cultural signifiers of our day like a yokel tourist among baffling urban monuments, alternately amused, appalled, faux-indignant, sappily pious and pompous-out-of-puzzlement. He's titillated. He's "smart." He's here; he's there. He's an independent thinker.
He frequently stops, squats, and drops a turd onto our public discourse.
There it lies on the pavement.
It's nothing you haven't seen before. It's annoying, but you step around it. (Alternatively you step in it; and it ruins your afternoon; but by evening, you've all but forgotten about it.)
Can't we all just stop reading the opinion columns of the respected "moderate" "conservative" commentator David Brooks?