David Brooks: The Beltway Lickspittle's Censorious Sillinesss

   

Many Republican members of Congress have made a Faustian bargain with Donald Trump. They don’t particularly admire him as a man, they don’t trust him as an administrator, they don’t agree with him on major issues, but they respect the grip he has on their voters, they hope he’ll sign their legislation and they certainly don’t want to be seen siding with the inflamed progressives or the hyperventilating media. (emphasis my own)  David Brooks  New York Times

Burn your books, GOP!  Davie Brooks is on the playground and he is not a happy boy. Watch out, now! Lookee Here! 

He's goin' all allusion, Gangstah, on They Ass! Dave, Goethe, or Kit Marlow?

This inconsequential blatherer who spent the last eight years fawning over President Obama's pants creases and parsing nonsense on PBS is now Cato the Censor in short pants.

A faux-conservative voice on PBS, ABC, MSNBC and ink spiller for the great American Progressive rags, New York Times /Washington Post, Brooks has made a career of mewling his way into the creases of Washinton D.C. britches and toils fawningly to curry more favor among the Jonathan Alters, E.J. Dionnes, Katerina Vanden Heuvels, and Ben Smiths as an authentic voice of the opposition.

Tokyo Rose was more convincing as a friend to our boys on Corregidor, Dave.

This lick-spittle phony is a lefty cheerleader.

. . .  it’s becoming increasingly clear that the aroma of bigotry infuses the whole operation, and anybody who aligns too closely will end up sharing in the stench.
The administration could have simply tightened up the refugee review process and capped the refugee intake at 50,000, but instead went out of its way to insult Islam. The administration could have simply tightened up immigration procedures, but Trump went out of his way to pick a fight with all of Mexico.

Dave, the more you sissy-britches and metro-sexually emotional weepers paint Trump as a two-dimensional villain, the more normal people who pay little attention to a man's pant creases will  tire of your piping.

Now, go play.