You know, for whatever reason, when I read one of Dowd's
blithering idiot misogynist columns about Hillary Clinton, I usually find myself thinking that Mick Jagger wrote this song about her -- Dowd, that is.
Prescient inspirational verse:
"Who would believe you were a beauty indeed
When the days get shorter and the nights get long
Lie awake when the rain comes
Nobody will know, when you're old
When you're old, nobody will know
that you was a beauty, a sweet sweet beauty
A sweet sweet booty, but stone stone cold"
Hey Maureen -- the come-hither looks, the breathy vocal stylings and the casual hair flipping aren't working like they used to, are they?