Just when you thought Lil' Debbie had reached her nadir, the crusty old bird who raised her fist to the sky and shrieked "I'll never be hungry again!" finds new professional substratum to probe.
She has now turned the ombudsman's column of the Washington Post into Lucky Magazine. She says of Dana Milbank, "I think his appearance on MSNBC last week was a mistake in judgment," and assures everyone that he has been "taken to the woodshed" for what she perceives as a wardrobe malfunction on a television show.
First of all -- Jesus tapdancing Christ, does Deborah Howell even know she is supposed to be the "reader's representative," and that she's not writing a fucking opinion column? Well I think the reporters of the WaPo need fashion tips from Deborah Howell like I need lectures on bad language from that foul-mouthed old Lone Star battleaxe.
Secondly -- is she even on the ball enough to know that Jeb Bush and Scott McClellan did virtually the same thing? Where is all the tut-tutting about the President's brother's orange badge or Scott McClellan's orange tie and their lame jokes? Why do those not draw down her dithering opprobrium as well? Shouldn't she just, you know, stick to what is actually printed in the pages of the Post and not worry about some off-duty fashion gaff? Is that really what she thinks her role is?
Debbie acknowledges that this came because right-wing blogs (specifically Malkin and the Power Tools) directed their readers to her. Earlier in the weak Rocket Boy gave off licking is privates for a moment to express his outrage at Milbank's attire and said that Lil' Debbie would be addressing it in this week's column. Snap his fingers, Lil' Debbie hops to like a Texas toad.
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