Snark: an attitude or expression of mocking irreverence and sarcasm
Are you into snark? If so, you are about to spend a moment or two in heaven.
Here is the beginning of Maureen Dowd’s column in today’s New York Times:
Bobby Sticks It to Trump
As we contemplate crime and punishment in the Trump circle, it should be noted that our Russia-besotted president does share some traits with Dostoyevsky’s spiraling protagonist, Rodion Raskolnikov.
Both men are naifs who arrive and think they have the right to transgress. Both are endlessly fascinating psychological studies: self-regarding, with Napoleon-style grandiosity, and self-incriminating. Both are consumed with chaotic, feverish thoughts as they are pursued by a relentless, suspicious lawman.
But it is highly doubtful that Melania will persuade Donald to confess all to special counsel Robert Mueller III and slink off to Siberia.
We are in for an epic clash between two septuagenarians who both came from wealthy New York families and attended Ivy League schools but couldn’t be more different — the flamboyant flimflam man and the buttoned-down, buttoned-up boy scout. (And we know the president has no idea how to talk to scouts appropriately.)
One has been called America’s straightest arrow. One disdains self-promotion and avoids the press. One married his sweetheart from school days. One was a decorated Marine in Vietnam. One counts patience, humility and honesty as the virtues he lives by and likes to say “You’re only as good as your word.”
And one’s president.
Hooboy.
Here is a link to the entire column, which is every bit as smug and sanctimonious as what you just read, if not even more so.
If the Pulitzer committee at Columbia University decide there will be a prize for Snarkiest Column of the Year, Ms. Dowd can start dusting off her mantel right now.
