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.