Sunday night anxiety. I've been hating Sunday night -- faced the impending "60 Minutes" broadcast with fear and dread since I was a pup -- super small, about six. So that means hating Sundays, being depressed about the week to come for nearly 30 years. Insanity.
Anytheways, I think I'm going to make a four hour trek to Dallas for Clarence Thomas' book event. I think it'll be worth the $30 to sit among a bunch of conservatives and to hear what he (and they have) to say.
Of course, I could just watch the "60 Minutes" broadcast in which he promoted his book, but somehow I think a story will come out of it.
I used to want to be his biographer.
Now, I'm so drained and tired of writing that I have no interest. Hell, it might interfere with my career as a dog walker someday.
Speaking of Judge Thomas -- Maureen Dowd today, vicious and brilliant.
VICIOUS with a capital V. I had one word -- JeepersThere's some word of phrase to describe her approach-- as usual, my ADD arse can't think of it. Writing in the first person as if she were Clarence Thomas, delivering a flippant, mock-confession.
Dahlia Lithwick sliced and diced his autobiography, "My Grandfather's Son" in Slate.
Of course, Frank Rich had plenty to say -- his column, albeit not as good as Maureen's was higher on the New York Times "Most Emailed" list. Leave it him to be Thomas' jury and judge for the hyper-pseudo-intellectual chattering upper west and east side set. Not that I agree with Thomas, but the smugness and pretense of the privileged class sickens me.
But what struck me the most, was how Lithwick and Dowd tapped into Thomas' anger -- that so apparent to me without reading the book.
I ordered it today from Amazon. Can't wait to read it. Can't wait to hear him speak. Can't wait to continue reading about the ire that he conjures in people. Can't wait to continue the debate. We need to have these discussions, folks. And I'm glad that Maureen was ballsy enough to pick a fight.
PS -- Support your local indie bookstores people. Don't be lazy arse like me and turn to Amazon when you can't get that fat ass off the sofa.
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