Bob Somerby proves that Mo Dowd is still a big Media Whore!

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We principally speak of Maureen Dowd’s column, which plays off Jodi Wilgoren’s “profile” on the front page of yesterday’s Times (see THE DAILY HOWLER, 4/28/04). Why do we use the term “mentally ill?” At a time of building national peril, Dowd is concerned about this:

DOWD (pgh 1): So let’s see. What’s our swell choice here?

(2) A guy who mimed being a fighter pilot on a carrier versus a guy who mimed throwing his medals over a fence?…

(5) A president who can’t go anywhere without his vice president to give him the answers versus a candidate who can’t go anywhere without his campaign butler/buddy to give him peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?

Al Qaeda plots around the world, hoping to destroy your society (more below). And Maureen Dowd—at our greatest newspaper—is concerned because a White House candidate doesn’t make his own peanut putter sandwiches! She draws her inanity from the profile penned by Wilgoren, of course.

How inane—how ill—are Wilgoren and Dowd? As Wilgoren wrote in yesterday’s profile, “very modern presidential candidate has a factotum, or ‘body man,’”—a guy who serves as personal assistant to the candidate himself. But for reasons only she can explain, Wilgoren zeroed in on Kerry’s assistant, painting him as Kerry’s “butler,” his “glorified valet,” who exists because John Kerry “is comfortable being catered to.” (Like Katharine Seelye’s report about Kerry’s war record, Wilgoren’s imagery mimics RNC spin. She also lards her slimy piece with homoerotic imagery.) Why, the “butler” even makes Kerry’s sandwiches, the troubled Wilgoren “reported.” Today, this screaming trivia makes its way to the top of Maureen Dowd’s worried piece.

What does Dowd have on her mind today? George Bush can’t answer questions about 9/11. And John Kerry doesn’t make his own sandwiches!

http://www.dailyhowler.com/dh042904.shtml

[kaitykaity]

1. MoDo mails it one in three columns or so.

At least it's not every one now. Her "BushWorld" column day before yesterday was excellent.

:eyes:

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2. Where's my cheeseburger?

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