Maureen Dowd writes:
I was in my office, writing a column on the injustice of relative marginal tax rates for hedge fund managers, when I saw Stephen Colbert on TV.
He was sneering that Times columns make good â€œkindling.â€ He was ranting that after you throw away the paper, â€œit takes over a hundred years for the lies to biodegrade.â€ He was observing, approvingly, that â€œDick Cheneyâ€™s fondest pipe dream is driving a bulldozer into The New York Times while drinking crude oil out of Keith Olbermannâ€™s skull.â€
I called Colbert with a dare: if he thought it was so easy to be a Times Op-Ed pundit, he should try it. He came right over. In a moment of weakness, I had staged a coup dâ€™moi. I just hope he leaves at some point. Heâ€™s typing and drinking and threatening to â€œshave Paul Krugman with a broken bottle.â€
Stephen Colbert writes:
Iâ€™d like to thank Maureen Dowd for permitting/begging me to write her column today. As I type this, sheâ€™s watching from an overstuffed divan, petting her prize Abyssinian and sipping a Dirty Cosmotinijito. Which reminds me: Before I get started, I have to take care of one other bit of business:
Bad things are happening in countries you shouldnâ€™t have to think about. Itâ€™s all George Bushâ€™s fault, the vice president is Satan, and God is gay.
There. Now Iâ€™ve written Frank Richâ€™s column too.