Maureen Dowd only made #10 on John Hawkin's "Top 20 Most Annoying Liberals" List, but I think she deserves a much higher ranking. Her columns make me wince with embarassment that someone is so clueless, forced, and cutesy at the same time. Like her most recent one, with its attempt to humiliate Donald Rumsfeld, which only succeeds in demonstrating what a twit its author is. John Henke does a great job of dicing and slicing that column up; but I would like to dedicate the following song (and advice) to MoDo, with thanks to Bobby Vee:
Come back when you grow up, girl
You're still livin' in a September 10 world
Thinkin' ain't easy, writin's twice as tough
So come back, baby, when you grow up
You write real bad like a child now
Your mind hasn't gotten the message somehow
That we're in a war and wars are rough
Come back, baby, when you grow up
Your cutesy talk and your wide-eyed innocence
Has really messed up your mind, yeah-eah-eah
'Cause you can be so bitchy, baby
In every single written line
Come back when you grow up, girl
You're still livin' in a September 10 world
You'll never be a journalist; you can give it up
Come back, baby, when you grow up
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