Um. Details please.— Soledad O'Brien (@soledadobrien) June 26, 2019
There
is an incurious internecine battle going on this late but cooler Sunday, as if
the Me Too movement decibel decided to metamorphize its attention to patriarchal
complacency masquerading as competency. Soledad O’Brien and other women in the
fourth estate have launched some scathing criticism of Bret Stephens. According
to these strident feminine voices, Stephens is the worst columnist printing at
the flagship New York Times. All I can do is sit back and wish for a bag of
herbal popcorn, as all I can tell you is I know Soledad’s name. She and I had a
brief thread about titles which may have puzzled both she and I. Perhaps she
wanted to know how I got an opinion piece about Jennifer Wilbanks into the
Philadelphia Inquirer and made it my own. It was the convenience of timeliness,
something I now lack due to a black woman named Trudy Richardson who has used
her power to abuse me so thoroughly that my fantasies of motion involving her
homicide where I fracture her skull into a mortal trauma isn’t too well held in
check by the fact that it is what she wants so that she can dispose of me. I
may hate what my former supervisor Linda did to me to get me to this point, and
I hate those who protected her criminal malfeasance, but my life has endured incontrovertible
set backs due to two black women in public housing, and it galls me beyond
measure that all my academic promise has transmuted. I am a rabid animal who
wants to destroy the domestic matron class forcing me to suffer almost beyond
my capacity to endure it, and the hen house is now acluck over Stephens and his
statistical inaccuracies, his designation of a new class, the Obama-Trump
voter. What can I say? I am one of them. Obama and Mitt Romney and Pelosi made
my life a living hell with Romney’s healthcare plan for Massachusetts, and
Trump running around goring the establishment has only accentuated the city of
Philadelphia’s time honored provincialism. I never had an easy time of it with
NYT. Shortly before I managed online access, they threatened me with a
collection agency over a three dollar deficit. Once online, they suspended my
book forum account for momentary frustration with another poster, which was
nothing, teeny funnel, but from what I can glean from Google, the media brand that
the New York Times is has been challenged of late by other feature writers. I
myself don’t believe Douthat and David French are worth what they’re paid: I
demand more of Douthat’s mindset, and French is simply a cowering liberal who
pities the police when they use deadly force against aggressors like me.