The World’s Worst Newspaper Columnist descends from Olympus to favor unworthy mortals with his esoteric wisdom:
Human beings, the philosophers tell us, are social animals. We emerge into the world ready to connect with mom and dad. We go through life jibbering and jabbering with each other, grouping and regrouping. When you get a crowd of people in a room, the problem is not getting them to talk to each other; the problem is getting them to shut up. . . .
After hundreds of words of such blather — “Nazi and Jew, Hutu and Tutsi, Sunni and Shiite,” and a dollop of Trollope — he finally gets around to making his point:
Once partisan reconciliation is used for this bill, it will be used for everything, now and forever. The Senate will be the House.
Kazart! He’s talking about the health-care bill! The man went seven paragraphs before bothering to mention Congress and didn’t mention “health care” until the 11th paragraph! No one is interviewed, no one (except Trollope) is quoted, and there isn’t even a pretense that anything we might call reporting or research was involved in this column.
Brooks extracted his 802-word opus directly from the ether, or from his frontal lobes, or perhaps from some less cerebral region of his anatomy. This is why Sulzberger pays him the big bucks.
The comprehensive nature of Brooksian douchbaggery, which has been a regular topic at this blog for two years, attracts the notice today of Ezra Klein and Jonathan Chait — a pair of Johnny-come-lately Brooks-bashers who actually try to argue with the pompous fool.
Amateurs! Brooks should never be argued with — he should be mocked, and often, and by someone who knows how.






