I think I need to just stop reading her. Her latest is as vapid as ever:
“The White House has two kinds of aides: The ones who prefer to think of their boss as gifted but human, and the ones who think their boss is on a date night with destiny.
The first group thinks that when things go really well for President Obama that he’s benefiting from luck as well as skill. For instance, they suggest, if any one of the sharpshooters from the Navy Seals who killed the three Somali pirates holding the American captain had aimed a millimeter to the left, maybe the captain would have been killed, and the incident would have turned into a symbol of weakness — as when Jimmy Carter’s attempt to free the hostages in Iran ended with a helicopter crash in the desert.
And what if there had been another terrorist attack in America? Everything would be seen through a darker lens.
The second group of aides are more caught up in the myth and magic, feeling that Mr. Obama summons the three-point swishes when he needs them; that his popularity is not so fragile; that the president’s unparalleled vision and buzzer-beating will can shape fate.“
Where do you think she’s going with this? There are really only two possibilities: 1) She’ll write a substantive column about the differences between the two camps in the White House, naming (gasp!) names along the way, and showing how their different perspectives play out in policy making terms; or, 2) She’ll change direction abruptly and write about Obama killing a fly.
Guess where she went.
For the love of God, please join me in petitioning the Times to fire this horrible, horrible writer and replace her with someone who has, you know, some skill: firstname.lastname@example.org. Or, email@example.com. Don’t forget to sign with “Allahu Akbar.”
I understand that it’s an uphill battle, as this is a woman who blatantly plagiarized Josh Marshall and offered, as an excuse, the following:
“josh is right. I didn’t read his blog last week, and didn’t have any idea he had made that point until you informed me just now. i was talking to a friend of mine Friday about what I was writing who suggested I make this point, expressing it in a cogent — and I assumed spontaneous — way and I wanted to weave the idea into my column. but, clearly, my friend must have read josh marshall without mentioning that to me. we’re fixing it on the web, to give josh credit, and will include a note, as well as a formal correction tomorrow.”
Which is ridiculous in and of itself. (“My friend read Josh Marshall and told me what he said verbatim and I reproduced what my friend said verbatim in my column because we both have, like, super-sonic memories. Whoopsie-daisy! LOL! So sorry!”)
The Times offered a correction the next day. That’s it.
For real, though, we’ve got to do something. Someone start a Facebook group, or something. Or a Twitter-ma-jig. Yeah, a Twitter-ma-jig. Can we tweet Maureen Dowd out of existence? She’s kind of a twat bad writer.