If we read Maureen Dowd, we learn how, years ago, her dad, a tough Irish cop, gun on hip, faced down the KKK in her Maryland hometown when she was a child.  It's a good hook to swing a story from, and hey, it might even be true. She could have saved herself the trouble of inventing it if it isn't true, because one thing you know about Dowd and people like her is that no matter where you begin, you always wind up in the same place.  They could start by telling you the story of how well their niece did in her school play, and somehow, like a bucket of water running down a crack in a rock, the narrative always finds its way down, down, and down into some subterranean lava flow from where it boils back up as a seething ad hominem attack on Donald J. Trump. He's all these people can talk about. Dowd's most recent piece tells us that "Donald Trump found a narrow portal to crawl [like a snake on its belly, I assume] through to get...(Read Full Post)