. . . until the New Hampshire primary.
Maureen Dowd has neither shame nor scruples. But who needs either when Matt Drudge has got your back? Here how the slime game is played by Drudge and Dowd today:
MAUREEN DOWD RIPS OBAMA: 'HE LOOKED AS IF HE NEEDED A SMOKE AND HE NEEDED IT BAD'
First, remind everyone that Obama is a filthy nicotine fiend and has almost uncontrollable urges.
NY TIMES edit queen Maureen Dowd unloads on Barack Obama in her Wednesday filing.
On the trail in Iowa, Dowd writes: "Obama's so slender his wedding band looked as if it was slipping off... there was a wariness in his dark eyes."
Ooh, what clever symbolism. I get it: wedding band slipping off. It's a sexual metaphor! Obama's got Monica issues! And those dark eyes: let's remind us how, well, dark Obama is. Those darkies are always slipping off their wedding rings and slipping into pretty white girls.
When a reporter asked him Obama whether he'd had a heater in his podium during his announcement speech in subzero Springfield, Obama hesitated.
And Obama's dumb, too. The man can't even answer a simple question.
Dowd slings: "He shot a look that said, 'Are you from PEOPLE magazine?' before conceding that, unlike Abe Lincoln, he'd had a heater."
He's a snob, one of those Harvard jerks who thinks he's too good for the rest of us People Magazine-reading hoi polloi. And he's a wimp and a hypocrite; can't stand the cold, and fakes the Lincoln comparison.
Dowd describes Obama as a "tad testy" as he was "traipsing around desolate stretches of snowy -- and extremely white -- Iowa."
He doesn't like white people.
Obama had "moments of looking conflicted."
Perhaps he's a little unbalanced; at any rate, he doesn't know his own mind.
Dowd claims that no fewer than three times last week, Obama got indignant about the beach-babe attention given to a shot of him in the Hawaiian surf.
No sense of humor either.
"You've been reporting on how I look in a swimsuit," Obama lectured a reporter.
Note the verb, lectured. He's didactic and unpleasant.
Dowd snaps: "He poses for the cover of MEN'S VOGUE and then gets huffy when people don't treat him as Hannah Arendt."
He preens, he poses, he huffs, he puffs . . . .
This is the most disgusting piece of "journalism" I have read in years.