A quick note on the yesterday’s media-related posts from Matt Stoller and Molly I: They’re both partly right. In different ways, they both miss the real point.
Referring to the testy exchange between McMaverick and Elizabeth Bumiller, Matt wonders why the sudden change in the coverage of McCain. I should’ve thought the answer was obvious: For Villager Media, anything St. McMaverick says goes - unless and until he makes One Of Their Own look bad. And since he got snippy with One Of Their Own - a stenographer who’s prostituted herself so publicly in the service of Bush’s agenda - he must be disciplined. Publicly.
You’re welcome.
Molly I., on the other hand, simply didn’t take her argument to its logical conclusion. [Disclaimer: I read Molly I’s takedowns of MoDo religiously. Hell, I read her takedowns of everyone religiously.]
Molly finally begins to suss out what’s really at work in MoDo’s "coverage" of Clinton and Obama: It’s The Graduate all over again. And she’s right.
Except . . . .
In MoDo World, Hillary is not Mrs. Robinson - MoDo herself is. And that’s why, in MoDo World, Obama must be disciplined, too. Good-looking younger guy - who the hell does he think he is, not recognizing that he must bow before the altar of MoDo? I mean, really - wasting all those looks and all that charm and all that oratory on the great unwashed voting masses, when he should know that the first priority of every presidential candidate (and every male) should be to court MoDo’s own twisted affections and affectations.
You’re welcome.

“In MoDo World, Hillary is not Mrs. Robinson - MoDo herself is.” - A.R.A.
Jesus loves [her] more than you will know
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For many years now, I’ve not been able to bring myself to read Maureen Dowd’s blather. Call me weak if you like.
Comment by Steve Bates — March 14, GMT @ 11:1410 AM
Well, if that makes you weak, Steve, then I guess it makes me weak, too. I’ve loathed her for years. I used to read her columns the way you can’t help but stare at a bad car wreck: Revolted, but riveted by the sheer shock of it. That ended a few years ago; I only check her out now when a Molly I. takedown trips the wire in my brain that says, “No, even she couldn’t have said something so stupid,” and so I go and gaze, stupefied, at the wreckage, and inevitably, she has said something so stupid. And then I go and take another shower.
Comment by Administrator — March 31, IST @ 07:3132 AM