Shorter David Brooks:
Clothes make the man, but nothing makes a pundit.
Even for Bobo, today’s column is especially stupid, and that’s saying something. Anyway, Little Davy Brooks imagines what it is like to be a Democrat, and so of course he puts on a green army jacket (get the Vietnam Vet, homeless, drug-addled DFH reference? He’s so edgy!), and he experiences enlightenment, which of course he translates to his faux centrist-speak and shows us the disaster that waits ahead.
I’m not clicking on that, you can’t make me click on that, tra la la la la la.
Well Jeebus, I went there. He is becoming a certified fruitcake. Did he get a new crack pipe? The magic green jacket thing is creepy as hell. I wish he would burn it. It peobably looks a lot like mine.
After reading his column, I wonder if maybe he swallowed a sugar cube he found in the pocket of that old green jacket before he started writing it.