So, you cover politics for a living, but you aren’t sure if you can write a story that intertwines the death of Robin Williams and the top contender in the next presidential race. That’s probably because you are no Maureen Dowd.
Allow the New York Times columnist to show you how it’s done:
As our interview ended, I was telling him about my friend Michael Kelly’s idea for a 1-900 number, not one to call Asian beauties or Swedish babes, but where you’d have an amorous chat with a repressed Irish woman. Williams delightedly riffed on the caricature, playing the role of an older Irish woman answering the sex line in a brusque brogue, ordering a horny caller to go to the devil with his impure thoughts and disgusting desire.
I couldn’t wait to play the tape for Kelly, who doubled over in laughter.
So when I think of Williams, I think of Kelly. And when I think of Kelly, I think of Hillary, because Michael was the first American reporter to die in the Iraq invasion, and Hillary Clinton was one of the 29 Democratic senators who voted to authorize that baloney war.
The piece might be the apex of Dowd’s famous Clinton-obsession.
“I wonder if there’s anything left in the world that doesn’t remind Dowd of Hillary Clinton?” wrote Kevin Drum at Mother Jones.
“When doesn’t Maureen Dowd think about Hillary Clinton? Never,” cracked Wonkette’s Rebecca Schoenkopf. “She never doesn’t think about Hillary Clinton. Eggs on toast? Hillary Clinton. Caught in the rain? Hillary Clinton.”
TPM reached out to Dowd to get her take, but she didn’t respond.
