December 18, 2003

Bored Now. Next?

Why do I read Tina Brown? Must be that well-hidden yet surprisingly strong streak of masochism in my heart. Her piece this week pushes all the usual buttons about politics:

Repubs are "Top Gun," unsophisticated cowboys, blah, blah, blah throw in some academic credentials from a Berkeley hack named Lakoff-cakes.

It's not even worth a fisking, really. I mean, I'm to the point now where I just scan articles like this in order to reassure myself that the same five tired canards are in place and then continue my day with the knowledge that the sun is in its heaven and all is right with the pundits. Or left. Or completely unhinged. Whatever.

Look, here's my question for the Tinas, the MoDos, et al: Aren't you bored with this yet? Your weekly columns are the same ones you've been writing since November 2001, when it became apparent that the War on Terror wasn't gonna be just another piece of discourse, but a real, live, actual war. You know, with the shooting? You freaked out, and have been letting the freak flag fly ever since. Only it's the same flag every week, and it's looking a little tattered now.

Every week, we get the same formula:

1. Introduce subject by way of name-dropping or mentioning some fabulously high-toned social affair you attended.

2. Bemoan ineptitude of Bush administration on (pick one):
Foreign policy, Military strategy, Economy, Environment

3. Compare other side to (pick one): John Wayne, the Terminator, the EEEVVVILLLLE patriarchy, or (bonus points) the mentally ill. Double word score for tossing in quotes from an academic.

4. Beatify the "progressive mindset."

5. List all the horrors that will come from (insert event or policy announcement of day here).

6. Submit column.

7. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Perhaps the nice paycheck and the frequent cocktail parties with the progressive hoi polloi have numbed you to reality, ladies, but you've lost your edge. Aren't you bored by this yet? I sure am.

Posted by Big Arm Woman at December 18, 2003 09:43 AM
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