What "human beings" are like: Last night, Lawrence spotted the latest bombshell. We refer to the alleged BREAKING NEWS which appears in this New York Times front-page report.
(The lead writer on that report is Jo Becker. Horrifically, Becker was the lead reporter on the Times' 4400-word pseudo-report in 2015 concerning the Uranium One deal and Hillary Clinton's vast appalling treasonous and evil misconduct.)
That latest front-page report strikes us as rather flimsy. We expect to discuss its contents tomorrow. For today, let's discuss the way it was peddled last night.
The Times report concerns Hope Hicks, a 29-year-old former model who strongly resembles a 29-year-old former model. If you watched Lawrence burn last night's hour away discussing this latest front-page report, you might have noticed an obvious point:
On "cable news," they love love love love love love love to show you their photos of Hicks. MSNBC has about a dozen smokin' hot photos of Hicks. They rotated their smokin' hot photos all through the program last night.
They love to air their photos of Hicks! Put a slightly different way, they love to sell youngish female flesh. This type of peddling is quite widespread on "cable news"—and no, we don't mean just on Fox. If you haven't noticed this fact, there may be more you don't notice.
Let's skip from there to this morning's column by the late Gail Collins. Despite her retirement, which occurred years ago, Collins still writes several columns per week. Today, she wanted to write a column about Donald J. Trump having sex.
More specifically, she wanted to write about Stormy Daniels while pretending she wasn't. Meanwhile, her editor wanted to run a photo of Daniels with her bosoms hanging out.
On line, as you can see, that's what her editor did. In a way that's more and more blindingly obvious, this is who and what the Times, and its readership, actually is.
Collins spent the first half of her column talking about Donald J. Trump having sex, offering periodic gibes about the fact that she was doing so. At that point, she finally pretended to discuss an actual topic. This is the way upper-end members of our laughable species actually want to behave.
Across the page, Nicholas Kristof was engaged in his usual high-minded moral musing. To accomplish this task, he found the craziest (marginal) candidate in the country and began discussing this person's various crazy statements..
Soon, this led him to muse about Donald J. Trump. At that point, he just couldn't help himself. He decided to spend some time poking the gentleman's wife:
KRISTOF (2/1/18): Sykes doesn’t seem to acknowledge the personal wreckage of his idol, our president, a serial adulterer who appears to have cheated on his three wives. Sykes is not alone in his myopia there: A new Quinnipiac poll finds that 72 percent of Republicans consider Trump a good role model for children.Sad. But what do they really want to discuss? They want to talk about clothing and haircuts. They want to talk about people having sex. They want to poke and prod the wives of politicians of whom they disapprove.
(It’s tough to know whether Betrayed Wife No. 3 agrees; she wore to her hubby’s State of the Union address a white pantsuit of the kind that Clinton made a symbol of feminism.)
This is what they're actually like.
This is what they're actually like inside the flaps of our own liberal tents. Just so you'll know, people are dead all over the Middle East because they did this for two years to Candidate Gore, who, they said, among so many things, had "hired a woman to teach him how to be a man."
Last night, Our Darling Rachel closed her show with another of her appalling performance segments designed to make us adore her more fully. We liberals simply aren't bright enough to see through this ridiculous person's growing dementia. Worse, we seem to like her mugging and clowning, along with her bottomless self-involvement.
Our nation is sinking into the sea. These are some of the ways our liberal tribe has enabled this rather obvious process.
The Times does this much more than the Post. By law, though, you can't be told.
Credit where due: There was no mention today of Seamus the Irish setter. For many years, these have been the sorts of things these consummate upper-class overpaid burnouts actually want to discuss.