and unintentionally hilarious, check out Howie Carr's hate filled diatribe in Today's Herald. Or you can save a few quarters and get it as fish wrap free in the Haymarket tomorrow morning, I leave it up to you.
Anyhow, when I say "hate filled" I don't mean in the earthy-crunchy "Whole Foods Market-can't distinguish between a difference in opinion and loathing" context, I mean angry old bitter and well humorless.
No shit Howie has lost it, he is soo-ooo angry, like H.L. Mencken's obituary caricature of William Jennings Bryan in Dayton Tennessee, desperate to sink his teeth into someone anyone...ranting and raving his way into the grave.
Ghod how he hates Obama and Patrick and Nancy Pelosi etc etc...and without a shred of humor or wit or self consciousness at all.
Howie really thinks he is this poor pitiful helpless white man, trapped in his McMansion in Wellesley besieged by Hispanic community organizers, environmental affairs inspectors, the malevolent Stalinist bureaucracy that is OSHA and women's rights advocates.
There is a definite "Captain Queeg on the witness stand" quality to today's column, read it if you don't believe me.
Well...whatever else, in the opinion industry (where I toil in the lowest of strata) there is a definite tendency, given time to believing your own bullshit. And when that happens it is time to board up shop and make for Fort Myers Beach and the occasional movie review for the local shopper.
Trust me, Howie won't be having that sort of revelation anytime soon, he'll just get angrier and more paranoid and less readable as time rolls on.
How many GOP fundraisers did he host this political season? One, two?
The man made a bonfire of his journalistic ethics and still he didn't see Governor Patrick humbled....No wonder he is ready for his straitjacket.
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