Center for a New American Security

The new republic is like sipping sherry with the fellows as the union league club, before another night spent paddling new initiates and screwing goats.

The New Republic like a love child from a one-night stand between Theodore Herzl and Abraham Lincoln as observed by Stephen Glass (or was it...?)

The new republic is like a wine tasting party. Everyone is still ugly and trying to sneak over to the Boston blue collar bar where they can actually get drunk, but there's this one bastard that keeps blocking the way while ranting about the racist patriarchy.

Not what you asked for but . . .

I always thought of the internet as the place where the lonely hearts go to pick up a paragraph or two when their columns are short.

It was really Maureen Dowd who used the quote in her column today to discribe the level of vile and unaccountable destruction that is hidden behind the coward named "anonymous" on the net. She also stated that she is from blue collar stock. You misrepresented this one.

However, outside the Boston Naval Shipyard was a blue collar bar named "The Blue Dolphin" - they would eat the saltiest Fleet sailor at closing time. It was placed off limits.

Not sure how it was misrepresented, Dowd quoted Wieseltier, the literary editor of The New Republic, who did say that

It is like using "visitor" when one has a real name. The quote was presented as a direct classism insult when in fact Maureen stated that she is from blue collar. By quoting it as a stand alone Andrew Exum set the focus against The New Republic and that was not Maureen's intent in using nor do I suspect the literary editor. Incorrect presentation = misrepresentation. I am from a factory neighborhood in the Northeast, also.

Don't you think the issue was Wieseltier's intent and not at all Dowd's? Wieseltier is the one being "classist," hence Dowd's remark after the quote: "Those are my people, I protested, but I knew what he meant." And hence, Ex's invitation to harmlessly tease the New Republic.

And I'm sorry I didn't use my name (again), but I didn't realize I was using such a high "level of vile and unaccountable destruction." So its not my fault, you see...I wasn't aware that by maintaining anonymity I was being a coward. I was under the (obviously false) impression that I was politely disagreeing.

Guilty as charged.

The New Republic is like Vanity Fair without Christopher Hitchens, William Langewiesche and Annie Leibovitz.

The New Republic is like school in the summertime - no class.

The New Republic is like an abusive spouse. When he realizes you're about to leave, he tries to get you to remember the good times you had together, but a couple weeks later, he's back to calling you an anti-semite.

Hmm. That went off the rails a bit.

PS - plenty of "blue collar" bars in Lowell.

The New Republic is like, "I still matter!"

"The New Republic is like being at the center of the political universe, except that you are on Pluto and you just got demoted from Planet status."

"The New Republic is like armchair quarterbacking, two months after the game, based off what a friend of a friend told you happened, from an armchair that was made in Tel Aviv."

"The New Republic is like being the most popular kid at school, when you get home-schooled."

"The New Republic is like reading an Ayn Rand novel, pushed in your face Clockwork Orange style, with the long speeches replaced with quotes by Avigdore Lieberman. The sex scenes are still in the novel, but since those parts are all written by Stephen Glass, the characters spend their time screaming 'I want more money. I want a Miata. I want a trip to Disney World. I want X-Man comic book number one. I want a lifetime subscription to Playboy, and throw in Penthouse. Show me the money! Show me the money!'"

"The new republic is like Norma Desmond, but without her grip on reality."

THR is like a blue collar bad at closing time and Maureen Dowd does home along. again.

THR is like a blue collar bad at closing time and Maureen Dowd goes home along, again.

The New Republic is like crapping yourself at a funeral: sure, it's uncomfortable and after about 10 minutes everyone notices the smell, but chances are the are all too depressed to mention it to you, and as long as you keep pretending your shit doesn't stink, you'll make it to the end thinking, "Good, no one noticed the turd I just laid!" and be on your merry way, self-image intact, smile on you face, and shit in your pants.

The New Republic is like Megan McArdle: consistently vapid and obnoxious, but for some reason, people insist on quoting from it.

"Comment by MitchP on August 26, 2009 - 12:36pm
The new republic is like a wine tasting party. Everyone is still ugly and trying to sneak over to the Boston blue collar bar where they can actually get drunk, but there's this one bastard that keeps blocking the way while ranting about the racist patriarchy."

Considering that Martin Peretz *is* a racist patriarch, it's more like a party where somebody complains that the people who they've f*cked over are not properly grateful.

There's some scene in 'War and Remembrance' where the commandant of Auschwitz and a visiting official from Berlin are getting drunk, and weepingly complaining about how hard their job is (the only skilled labor they get are jews, who are to be gassed immediately; the russians are unskilled, and can't do hard manual labor satisfactorily, due to starvation). That's 'The New Republic'.

I read TNR at one time. TNR is like a penis-enlarger pump inside a Roomba that's been engulfed by a Hoover, ingested by a Shop-vac and (skipping about ten steps) dumped into a black hole.

The New Republic is like Look Magazine

The New Republic is like the guy who was a liberal when you knew him in college, but has since "grown up"

The New Republic is like a month-old dog turd found in the yard, still smelly and attracting some buzzing flies but almost too established in its spot to get rid of.

The New Republic is like a chicken that loves Colonel Sanders.