Informed Speculation

Oh, MoDo, how we miss the glorious days of hilarity you provided us before retreating behind the TimesSelect wall! Fortunately, there are still enough sites out there that illegally post Dowd’s columns for us to get an occasional taste (and really, that’s more than enough). Case in point:

They’re slipping and sliding in the same crust-upon-crust of mud and caboose-creeping fog and soft black drizzle and flakes of soot that blacken the chamber of law in the opening of the terrific Dickens novel (now an irresistible PBS series).

The lumbering pace of Jarndyce v. Jarndyce will pale compared with the time it will take the cowed and colicky Democrats to yank back power from Republicans skilled at abusing it.

The party simply seems incapable of getting the muscular message and riveting messenger needed to dispel the mud, fog, drizzle and soot emanating from Karl Rove’s rag-and-bone shop on Pennsylvania Avenue.

Once you’ve recovered your senses from that little monstrosity, read it through with me again…nope, didn’t work, did it? If anything, it’s worse the second time.

Then there’s this little taste of the hypocrisy of Dowd, courtesy of Michelle Malkin:

…[W]hen Bill Clinton would deceive, he would throw in a semantic clue that let you know he was deceiving. ‘I did not have sexual relations with that woman.’ We knew what he meant by that. You know, ‘I did not,’ about dope, ‘I didn’t break the laws of this country.’ So it was sort of poignant and endearing. He would let you know he was lying, and then the right wing would come down so hard on him and overpunish him.

What the…? It’s too bad Scooter Libby didn’t know the rules…apparently, lying to a grand jury is perfectly acceptable if you use a little rhetorical winking…who knew?…

Guess that’s why I’m an ignorant ol’ Texas boy, and MoDo’s making the big bucks in the city…