Hasn't she been fired yet?

Life is too short to spend many nanoseconds reading Maureen Dowd's columns, but I thought I'd check in on Sunday to see if Clark Hoyt's recent rap on the knuckles had any effect on her snippy attitude. After enduring sixteen little paragraphs of tiresome, disjointed snark about Barack Obama's trip abroad, I came to the heart of the whole sorry mess:

Instead of obtaining the girdle of the Amazon warrior queen Hippolyte, Obama has to overcome the hurdle of the Amazon warrior queen Hillary. He has to figure out how to let her down easy on the vice presidential deal, while wooing the frantic Clinton
sisterhood and Hillraisers who would rather see a McCain Supreme Court than support the glib, cocky young guy who presumptuously sped past their gal.

No dorky ombudsman is going to tell the Head Heather at Washington High how to behave! She gets out her old copy of Edith Hamilton's Mythology to dress things up with talk of girdles and Hercules, but it's still the same old shit. Obama has to prove his manliness. Hillary is a sexless bitch (when she's not simply a "gal.") And then there's "the frantic Clinton sisterhood" and their icky problems. Thank God Maureen and her friends don't know any of them.


I guess it's just MoDo being MoDo. It still sucks.