Somebody Doesn't Like David Brooks

His name is PZ Myers and he's my hero of the day.

This:

it's like watching a creepy middle-aged man fuss over his Barbie and Ken dolls, posing them in their expensive accessories and cars and houses and occasionally wiggling them in simulated carnal relations

is priceless.

For the record, I loathe David Brooks. He is the reason I don't watch the PBS News Hour more often and avoid Friday afternoons on NPR because God knows when he'll pop up with some inane, inaccurate and pompous commentary.
And don't get me started on Tom Freidman, although NPR doesn't tag him. But Charlie Rose does. I love the way he spent a week commenting about the Egyptian thing from the safety of Jordan (or was it Israel, I forget) then popped into Egypt to give us his take on what the man in the street was saying once things had calmed down, all while wearing the most ridiculously age — and fashion — inappropriate black leather jacket I have ever seen. Ever.
Oh, God, just be glad I keep track of this stuff so you don't have to. I don't think I can keep it up much longer.
No, I know I can't.