Dear Penthouse,

I never thought this could happen to me. When the sixties first appeared at my door it seemed to be just another decade. The moment it let its full head of hair fall loose however I realized I was in for something special. Little did I realize then that our brief encounter would leave me so confused and guiltily obsessing about it for the rest of my life.

Yours,

-David

What’s amazing is that out of what I’m sure are a collection of perfectly human and potentially moving stories he manages through selective editing to start off immediately with someone blaming his failures on “the sixties”.

There are those who think that we’re actually seeing something like a new progressive era and I’m not saying that they’re right, but it does kind of warm the paisley cockles of your heart to know that if so we’d be creating an entire new generation of future conservatives utterly obsessed with “the 2010s, the decade that ruined everything”.

Shorter David Brooks: the plural of anecdote is grist for my restatements of things I said years ago.

A friend of mine, who is 70, once reflected:

“You know, mankind has been around for millions of years, and I missed the sexual revolution by about five years.”

By holy Tebow’s titanium testicles, Bobo certainly motivates you to spend $4-$9 a week for a digital NYT subscription to the loaves he’s nipped off.

Shorter Bobo: I got nothing! So to “earn” my exhorbitant “pay,” I’ll rehash some boring heart-warming personal stories that I got some losers to send me for free. Suckahs!

Amen. That was the most pointless “column” evah. Much better if Brooks opened up to his readers about his own perpetual man crushes on strong father figures, the particular flavor of hentai that really floats his boat, or the mental games he plays with himself to fight off the urge to end it when the reality of his vapid, pointless life as a has-been pundit creeps up on him?

On second thoughts, maybe not better at all…

Who reads Bobo except to make fun of him? Marion in Savannah has certainly on the morning threads made a great career of that. But seriously Bobo is to Left for the Right not that they read. Needs to be fact checked worse than a college freshman writing his first term paper at the last minute. And even worse he is boring nobody says did you read what Bobo wrote in the Times today without it ending in mockery.
Can anyone say they have a single friend who reads Bobo and takes him serious?

The whole point of being a corporate propaganda whore is to convince people the corporate line is right especially when corporate interests is at the expense of the people’s interest.
Bobo discredits the corporate line they are trying to sell us he convinces nobody so why does he have a job?

Life was better before the 60′s huh Bobo fine lets go back to 60′s tax rates and CEO and Worker pay levels! Lets go back to government regulation! As far as adultery is concerned the less women make at regular jobs the more women available for hire to help adultery along. Kids working in mines in an America without child labor laws ( Newt is wanting to bring us back to those good old days ) I am sure will not visit whores on there days offs like miners used to do back in the old days heck the company provided the whores in some cases.
Freedom means mistakes get made but the old system was worse remember the age of consent in Moral Victorian England was 13? The same conditions that made life so horrible and gave Dickens so much to write about is a bunch scarier than Bobo’s lamentation’s about how great life was before the 60′s.

mismessage

Dear Internet,

Suckers!

Sincerely,
David Brooks

:-D

I hate to say so, but yes. I have a very good, intelligent (most of the time) liberal-minded friend who actually thinks Brooks is spouting respectable conservative opinion. I keep telling him the man is a hack, but he just says I don’t agree with Brooks. In his own field he would never stand for the kind of nonsense Brooks peddles. I think it is partly cognitive dissonance among a generation who still think the New York Times is an honest paper. Old beliefs die hard.

Whoa, not cleaning cookies runs up quite the tab!