I will continue yesterday’s theme of “people who brilliantly present spectacularly wrong ideas and are richly rewarded.”

MoDo, Bobo, and, if you remove the word “brilliantly,” Ross Douthat have all failed their way up the Old Grey Lady’s mothball-laced bloomers. True, Maureen Dowd is only wrong two thirds of the time. But David Brooks is wrong somewhere in excess of 90% of the time. Each has some writing talent that has allowed the Senile Old Lady to promote them to the status of masseur/masseuse to the stars (of politics). Note: For your own safety, try not to imagine Bobo giving Mitch McConnell a rubdown. But of more interest is overgrown 14 year old naif Ross Douthat. His writing is slightly above average for an undergraduate political science major. His philosophy reflects that of an alter boy. A current alter boy.

Who is Douthat’s boss? For some reason, I imagine a doddering old codger at the Paper of Record who daily tells anyone who will listen that “That young feller’s gonna grow up to be a fine writer some day, I tells ya.” before the meds kick in. Douthat does have an interesting talent in the ability to spew out juvenile ideas wrapped in the prose of the young adult. But his columns are silly calls for a return to a Pope-dominated white male hierarchy in not so many words. He may not sound like an obnoxious blowhard like Limbaugh, but he is merely a Blathering Bigot of the Airwaves without the grotesque overt racism and sexism. A mild mannered version, if you will.

But I digress…

The important thing is that he is never right. When he wanders off the reservation of opinion into anything even vaguely testable, he is wrong somewhere in the neighborhood of 100% of the time. It pains me a little that in modern American Journamalism there are never any consequences for being wrong.