TUESDAY, AUGUST 6, 2013
They’re as simple as S-E-X: Is our nation in a state of moral and intellectual paralysis?
Yesterday, we spent some time on the latest drivel from Maureen Dowd, queen of the Bulger trial and Paris. She defines the New York Times’ fatuous values.
But she isn’t alone.
On Sunday, Dowd devoted her column to the Gotham mayoral race. Her piece sat on page one of the Sunday Review. This was her sad stupid headline:
“Who’s That Candidate in the Teal Toenail Polish?”
Dowd’s column was so fatuous that many commenters complained. But the Times ran two other columns that day about the mayoral campaign. Those columns captured the values of this paralyzed newspaper too.
On page 3, Frank Bruni offered the latest gigantic treatment of Anthony’s much-maligned magical Weiner. (It was the third column by Bruni alone about Weiner’s sexy-time troubles.) The piece was accompanied by a large drawing of someone holding a pair of men’s briefs on the end of a stick. Bruni's headline:
“The Freak Show as Fable”
On page 5, the Times returned to the mayoral race, this time with Jodi Kantor offering a large, pointless column about Anthony’s troubling Weiner. To give her piece a distinguishing characteristic, Kantor explored the way Jewish people are reacting to this mess. Or something! Who could possibly force himself to read this endless dreck? It ran beneath this headline:
“When Politics Catches Up With ‘Portnoy’”
The Times devoted three columns this Sunday to the mayoral campaign. Two concerned Weiner’s sexy-time troubles, one concerned Quinn’s nail polish.
These are the values of the Times in this 21th century. This is a source of social paralysis, but none of us liberals will say so.
Krugman, Drum, Dionne, Chait or Hayes? None of the insider play-for-pay crowd is willing to cop to this Joyce-sized problem.
Joyce said the Dublin of his youth was caught in a moral and intellectual paralysis. He said he wanted to explore the “deadly work” being done by that disease.
Our nation is dying of deadly work too! But none of your favorites will tattle.