Agent Provocateur. (image via theage)
Another Saturday, another opportunity for Maureen Dowd to influence the Sunday talking head shows with her increasingly mischievous New York Times Op-Ed column. Todays Installment: Part the Second, In Which the Mischievous Maureen Dowd can stir up what can only be properly construed as a "human cock fight" betwixt Senators Clinton and Obama (Averted Gaze). It really is becoming shameless. From last weeks' verbatim transcript of Geffen's bitter tirade (One could almost hear Maureen softly chuckling as she transcribed Geffen's fulsome verbiage) at being dumped for the less fashionable Hollywood mogul, Ron Burkle, to, well, this (subscription req'd):
"As I sit across from Barack Obama in his Senate office, I feel like Ingrid Bergman in 'The Bells of St. Mary’s,' when she plays a nun who teaches a schoolboy who’s being bullied how to box.
"I’m just not certain, having watched the fresh-faced senator shy away from fighting with the feral Hillary over her Hollywood turf, that he understands that a campaign is inherently a conflict.
"The Democrats lost the last two excruciatingly close elections because Al Gore and John Kerry did not fight fiercely and cleverly enough.
"After David Geffen made critical comments about Hillary, she seized the chance to play Godzilla stomping on Obambi.
"As a woman, she clearly feels she must be aggressive in showing she can 'deck' opponents, as she put it — whether it’s Saddam with her war resolution vote or Senator Obama when he encroaches on areas that she and Bill had presumed were wrapped up, like Hollywood and now the black vote.
"If Hillary is in touch with her masculine side, Barry is in touch with his feminine side.
"He turned up his nose at his campaign’s sharp response to Hillary and her pinstriped thug, Howard Wolfson. He told The Times’s Jeff Zeleny that he had not been engaged in the vituperative exchange because he was traveling on a red-eye flight, getting a haircut and taking his daughters to school.
"'I ask why he couldn’t have managed the donnybrook while he traveled and did errands. Since he’s sitting across from me using his BlackBerry, I wonder: 'Where was your BlackBerry? Did your aides not ask you how to respond or did you not want to ride herd on them — even just to tell them to ignore Hillary?'
"'Look, I came up through politics in Chicago,' he says. 'When I arrived in Chicago in 1985, I didn’t know a single person. Seventeen years later, I was the United States senator and in a position to run for president. So I must know a little something about politics.'
"Channeling Ingrid, I press on and say: 'I know you want to run a high-minded campaign, but do you worry that you might be putting yourself on a pedestal too much? Because people also want to see you mix it up a little. That’s how they judge how you’d be with Putin.'"
Not people, Maureen Dowd. You. We couldn't care less about this human cockfight you are angling after, just that it soils the Op-Ed page of a respectable paper.
Behind the baby doll voice, the copper top, the demure smile and 50s moviespeak lies a world class Instigator with a heart of stone.
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