Skip to comments.David Brooks: 'Iím an Obama Sap'
Posted on 09/20/2011 8:09:50 AM PDT by PJ-Comix
Let us give credit for honesty (at least temporarily) to the New York Times "conservative" columnist, David Brooks, for his brutal self-recognition of a political flaw. Brooks flat out admits that he is a sap:
I’m a sap, a specific kind of sap. I’m an Obama Sap.
Brooks lays out in some detail his discovery of what most of the rest of us already knew; his extreme gullibility when it comes to believing Obama:
When the president said the unemployed couldn’t wait 14 more months for help and we had to do something right away, I believed him. When administration officials called around saying that the possibility of a double-dip recession was horrifyingly real and that it would be irresponsible not to come up with a package that could pass right away, I believed them.
(Excerpt) Read more at newsbusters.org ...
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.
Along with Matthews’ “thrill up his leg” comment (which is also alluded to in the article), this is a very bizzare thing to say out loud.
NAH...you’re an elitist POS, just like Obomba...
David Brooks falls off the wagon NOW? Only when it has becomes chic among beltway cronies to do so. Heck, it takes wholesale abandonment of Obama by his socialist/marxist base before David Brooks deigns to get the picture? Really.
“Im a sap, a specific kind of sap. Im an Obama Sap.”
Yup. David, you could have saved a lot of time and ink by just stopping there.
Predication: You will remain an Obama sap.
No more, no less.
Brooks, you fool. No, more than a fool. You are a Rasputin, for you wallow in your perverted beliefs.
Bend yourself over and hold on. Prepare yourself to pull a steady DADT moments, courtesy of the gAngsministration train.
Obama to ‘guilty white guys’ is like crack to a crack whore.
Sounds like a dam# fool to me. The Pong knows how to play to his subjects.
an illegal alien,
a gay fantasy object,
and a communist ...
walk into a bar.
The bartender asks,
"What can I get you Mr. President ? "
(Not really fresh 'n' original. I need more turnip greens. Bye for now!)
What a maroon!
Look up “fool” in the dictionary and you’ll see a picture of David Brooks.
What’s worse, he’s a self serving, disingenuous fool.
That's the fact, Jack.
[At least I think it is, unless, perhaps, it was said by someone who is totally gay.]
I was just going to say that very thing, how do these two walk around and look people in the eye, when they are on record as having made two of the most asinine statements in recent history? how do they leave the house?
I knew this guy was no conservative after first seeing his Bobos and Paradise yuppie obsession.
“Hang yourself brave Crillon, er, I mean David Brooks. We fought at Arques and you were not there. You were playing dress-up with your Obama dollie.”
"This poor sap didn't learn that Ed Rollins can't be trusted."
Dragons love turnip greens. Make sure to keep yours secured!
Our Moose4 in NC refers to himself and his relations as “Caucasian recyclables.”
And it’s obvious from the article that in his sappy heart of hearts he still hopes that Obama will pull it out, and that he will be worthy of his sappy adulation. Over a pants crease, for Gods sake.
What’s a guy looking at another guy’s pants crease for to begin with? Obama probably liked it.
No dragons yet (darn!) but I do have flea beetles turning some of the leaves into lace. I refuse to use any insecticides, esp. this late in the season. My husband says flea beetles have teeny-tiny mouths and don’t eat much, and you never notice them after the grteens are washed and chopped. The occasional black dot...
He;s a Bimbro.....a male bimbo.
FYI...Here’s a post from the comments section of the article:
A black guy,
an illegal alien,
and a communist
walk into a bar.
The bartender asks,
“What can I get you Mr. President ? “
“Deep within my heart lies a memory. A song of ol’ San Antone...”
A little extra protein. I don’t like to use insecticides, either. I was told that spraying a mild soap solution - 1 tsp. per gallon of ordinary dish soap - would help keep bugs off my bell peppers and it seemed to be helping when I remembered to do it!
We just learned that dragons will eat tomato hornworms, so I know what to do next year!
I’ll try it. It’s either that, or put on my Halloween mask and try to scare them.
That was 1 tsp of soap per gallon of water!
For the sake of your wit, your ambiguous word order is a small thing up with which I have to put.
Thanking her is. A child was screaming at me, although I don’t recall which. Francisco seems to have intuited that his Replacement is on the way, and he doesn’t like it one bit.
I would never call David Brooks a “sap”. He’s an ass. Bob
Oh my. Maybe if he had a doll? :o}
Brooks must be feeling some heat over his complete lack of credibility in his make-believe role pretending to be the sole conservative voice at the post-Safire NY Times. He never was and never will be “conservative” and everybody knows it.
No sale, Brooks.
He has stuffed penguins.
Elen had a thing we think was a mouse called “Pink Fluffy” that she bonded with intensely when Sally was born.
Brooks is a Brokeback Sap. Brooks: “Obama, I just can’t quit you!”