Will's column today , in the Washington, Post is a perfect example of how someone can make money in this country by doing something that is absolutely worthless. Apparently, while possibly mentally composing yet another of his elegaic poems on baseball, he wandered into the office of some Republican hack and let the man spew forth a plan for his party to retake the House. It's all speculation, theory, guessing, self-serving, off-the-cuff, wishful thinking and utterly pointless. Will, of course, just took out his pen and slavishly transcribed it. I could do the same thing by going into a local bar and buying a shot for the town drunk.
What is the motivation behind a column such as this? Is he trying to provide "balance"? If so, will he do a column next week reporting the Democratic side? I don't hold out any hope.
George Will lives in a fantasy world, where well-dressed gentlemen sit in front of tastefully banked fireplaces, sipping cognac, smoking cigars, being attended to by solicitous butlers and all the while bemoaning the boorish behaviour of the lower classes, who, undoubtedly, are all Democrats. But, politely of course, and in the King's English.
Yet, George is selective in his disdain for incivility. Cheney can tell a senator to "go fuck yourself" and that's ok. But if another senator tells Bush that he has no business asking about the senator's son, who is in combat in Iraq because of Bush's insane policies, then that is a horrible breach of good manners.
Perhaps George spends too much time pondering the manly contours of Sammy Sosa. Or Mark Maguires bulging biceps. Cal Ripken's ass. Who knows? He obviously is way too distracted by something to do any other thing than transcribe the delusional musings of political operatives. I wish I could make money doing that. Instead, I have to actually work for a living.
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