I would not call him a conservative
He may be a commie, but he sure knows his pants....
The Leni Riefenstahl of the jug eared communist usurper and his comrades.
Sarah Palin is ten times the man you are; and ten times smarter as well
In the spring of 2005, New York Times columnist David Brooks arrived at then-Senator Barack Obamas office for a chat. Brooks, a conservative writer who joined the Times in 2003 from The Weekly Standard, had never met Obama before. But, as they chewed over the finer points of Edmund Burke, it didnt take long for the two men to click. I dont want to sound like Im bragging, Brooks recently told me, but usually when I talk to senators, while they may know a policy area better than me, they generally dont know political philosophy better than me. I got the sense he knew both better than me.
That first encounter is still vivid in Brookss mind. I remember distinctly an image of--we were sitting on his couches, and I was looking at his pant leg and his perfectly creased pant, Brooks says, and Im thinking, a) hes going to be president and b) hell be a very good president. In the fall of 2006, two days after Obamas The Audacity of Hope hit bookstores, Brooks published a glowing Times column. The headline was Run, Barack, Run.
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If you listen to Brooks, you’re a moron. And you might. be gay. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Yet another elitist who mistakes his social pedigree for virtue and his college degree for intellect. Perhaps Mr. Brooks imagines that his preference for a gradual Progressivism makes him more thoughtful and profound than the hicks in the sticks who still stubbornly cling to God, guns and an old piece of parchment signed in Philadelphia by a group of white guys in wigs. He, of course, has gotten beyond all that, as I suspect he never tires of letting his dinner companions know.
He’s a pillow-biter.
David Broder without the backbone.
If Brooks didn’t throw the lever for Obama may lightning strike me- now all he writes about is his incredulity that Obama ain’t the Adonis Obama told everyone he was.
What a moron- a grow man falling for that warmed-over agitprop.
I’m a little conflicted when it comes to Brooks. I mean, if you could only choose one descriptive, would it be sellout, Judas, throne-sniffer, boot-licker, butt-kisser, turncoat, backstabber, traitor, double-crosser, rat, quisling, two-timer, fink, or fifth columnist? Well, OK, if you could choose only two. Three. Four, tops.