Like many of you, I presume, I wonder every time a new column appears what it is that  New York Times editors, such as they are, see in Maureen Dowd? Seriously.

Each twice-weekly column she does screams out “Fatuity, I am thee!”

After reading this, I think I’ve finally figured it out. They made some sort of deal with devil that if they don’t publish Maureen, they will be forced to publish brother Kevin.

Hard to believe, but apparently she’s only the second silliest columnist in the family.