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David Brooks

is one of those inexplicable people who despite their astounding idiocy and ignorance are given prime spots in papers like the NYT and taken seriously by the political establishment for reasons us mere mortals can’t fathom, but which probably have to do with embarassing photos of their editors being in their possession or something.

Tom Tomorrow has his number:

Brooks doesn’t content himself with building straw men. Brooks builds straw populations. Brooks brings forth straw galaxies out of the inchoate darkness of what is clearly an overactive imagination. He seems to believe that, by spinning these ideological fantasies out on the op-ed page of the Times, he can give them form and substance–turn his straw men into gold, if you will.