By now this should be obvious, but I'm saying it anyway: There is one huge gap between Simple Sarah proclaiming her love for the written word, and the fact. I'd love to see someone quiz her on either of the two books she claims to have read. Shoot, I bet she can't even follow the illogic of her own book, come to that.
@Tremonius: She must mean she loves it when the words she has to say into a microphone are written for her, so she doesn't have to answer any questions or make anything up on the spot, as she's sure to fail any time some smarter person's hand isn't up her puppet-ass.
Who'd they bang on the piano? That doesn't sound very Palinesque. (I can't believe no one's caught that yet! Or do I just win the immaturity ribbon? Yeah. I do.)
We both had what Palin calls "a love of the written word" .
Yeah, but I heard Palin and written words haven't been getting along lately, and the love affair is a total sham - perhaps even a divorce is in the works! Levi said so.
@Swifter: Also, neither of them can write, has had an original thought in 17 years, is in an adult relationship with an adult male, has any friends ... I could go on, but I'm out of vodka.
@Swifter: No, no. Michael the boss, suffers from what appears to be autism and freely insults staff without even trying and lives in a dream world of his own making. No known competence in any field whatsoever.
We both resent Hillary Clinton and think she's a lesbian.
We both fear (and crave!) powerful men who have a soft side, so we besmirch their manliness and character.
We both are wildly under-appreciated by a world intellectually incapable of handling us (meaning, the world is too dumb to handle me, too smart to handle Backwoods Barbie).
You do not have a penis, but this needn't sadden you,
You'll never need Viagra, you won't have balls of blue.
An inconvenient hardon won't interrupt your job.
You won't be in the men's room, aiming like a slob.
You'll never be a man who over time will find,
He hasn't enough corpuscles to run both cock and mind.
Instead, God gave you titties! And a great vajay!
These are things you should embrace to chase the blues away.
Instead of wasting time pondering like Babbit,
Which men are girls and girls are men (a nasty little habit),
I'd suggest you go online
And buy yourself a Rabbit.
Men are all different, women too, not all will act the same
Some women like to drink and screw, some men like Auntie Mame.
O'er these things it wastes your time to idly obsess.
I'll arch a brow only if Obama's in a dress.
So drop this strange compulsion to write of who has wangs,
(But let us know of Cheney's stage debut when he comes to Lucky Cheng's.)
@allyzay: Now, I do have a job and not as much time to screw off on Gawker as I'd like. But if I could have a secret message for MoDo, it would have been but a faux haiku:
Seriously, I think
That you
Fear things near your
Urethra #maureendowd
@BettyCrocker: Why the fuck doesn't Mr. Denton let you and me write this site? I mean, really, who on his staff can write a poem about MoDo like you just knocked out in less than ten minutes? #maureendowd
Game, set, match to Pareene for describing the problem so precisely. The one thing worse than a columnist with dumb opionions is one who doesn't even know what her opinions are. And as he shows, she uses the wordplay caveat of "a deeper personal connection" to smudge her illogical point about Rahm. #maureendowd
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#tips
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This explains a lot.
Popcorn, like Maureen Dowd, is hollow, lacks substance, and has an inflated sense of self.
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Yeah, but I heard Palin and written words haven't been getting along lately, and the love affair is a total sham - perhaps even a divorce is in the works! Levi said so.
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@drunkexpatwriter:
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We both fear (and crave!) powerful men who have a soft side, so we besmirch their manliness and character.
We both are wildly under-appreciated by a world intellectually incapable of handling us (meaning, the world is too dumb to handle me, too smart to handle Backwoods Barbie).
11/18/09
We both have risen to positions of authority and exposure which puzzles outside observers.
We both love to write about ourselves in ways we believe will endear us to our audience.
We both believe that what we say is true--even if it isn't.
We both dye our hair auburn, because blonde is trashy and undeserving of respect.
10/28/09
There. I said it. #maureendowd
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Yoga = Cocksucking = Irrelevant
It's just that simple! #maureendowd
10/28/09
You do not have a penis, but this needn't sadden you,
You'll never need Viagra, you won't have balls of blue.
An inconvenient hardon won't interrupt your job.
You won't be in the men's room, aiming like a slob.
You'll never be a man who over time will find,
He hasn't enough corpuscles to run both cock and mind.
Instead, God gave you titties! And a great vajay!
These are things you should embrace to chase the blues away.
Instead of wasting time pondering like Babbit,
Which men are girls and girls are men (a nasty little habit),
I'd suggest you go online
And buy yourself a Rabbit.
Men are all different, women too, not all will act the same
Some women like to drink and screw, some men like Auntie Mame.
O'er these things it wastes your time to idly obsess.
I'll arch a brow only if Obama's in a dress.
So drop this strange compulsion to write of who has wangs,
(But let us know of Cheney's stage debut when he comes to Lucky Cheng's.)
Best regards,
BettyCrocker #maureendowd
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10/28/09
Seriously, I think
That you
Fear things near your
Urethra #maureendowd
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