I think Maureen Dowd has lost it.
It’s the only way I can explain her latest column that’s a mass of cheap shots at Bush held together by sheer incoherent ramblings. It’s not a column, it’s a desperate cry for help. It goes beyond her usual
predictably inane blather and into a whole new level of inanity. I’d Fisk it, but it dives so deep into self-parody that there’s no way I could do worse.
Maureen, seriously. Get help. Now.