Cool Robin Williams Story, Maureen Dowd
Maureen Dowd has been eating jazz cookies again. One time she met Robin Williams, which makes her think about her friend Michael Kelly, who later died covering the war in Iraq, and that's whyHillary Clinton is a monster. Wait, what?
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.
This is as glowing an example of Maureen Dowd's Hillary vendetta as any we've seen yet. There were 29 Democratic senators (or almost 60 percent of the caucus) who voted to authorize that baloney war, says Maureen Dowd. When she thinks about Michael Kelly (and Robin Williams), does she think about
or Herb Kohl?
Hint: one of those people is currently vice president of the United States, and is possibly maybe thinking about running for president again too! But when Maureen Dowd remembers her fallen comrade because she met Robin Williams once, she thinks about Hillary Clinton. When doesn't Maureen Dowd think about Hillary Clinton? Never. She never doesn't think about Hillary Clinton. Eggs on toast? Hillary Clinton. Caught in the rain? Hillary Clinton. Watching unexplainably popular Disney flicks? Hillary Clinton. Eating Chinese takeout with "Game of Thrones" on in the background? Hillary Clinton. Watching a TMC marathon of The Birds or whatever? Hillary Clinton. Soused at a drunken Irish Thanksgiving? Well, if that doesn't put every one of us in mind of Hillary Clinton, I don't know what would.
Maureen Maureen Maureen.
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