Ruth Marcus The Washington Post Writers’ Group

April 16, 2012
Ruth Marcus
The Washington Post Writers’ Group
1150 15th Street NW
Washington, DC 20071

RE: What the Hell is that smell? – Some comments on your friend of the working girl column in today’s Miami Herald.

Ms. Marcus,

Only a die hard, card carrying modern American Liberal ink stained wench can say without wetting her drawers – I think – that what Hilary Rosen said about Ann Romney was wrong while it was also right. Shades of Dan Rather!

Some dead Greek said that “something cannot be what it is not” but what did he know anyway.

Let’s take a peek at some distaff modern American Liberal favorites.

#1 – What did Eleanor Roosevelt Roosevelt do to shine up her husband’s image with the working class? Other than setting the standard for turning a blind eye to a philandering husband that stood until Hillary Clinton got to the White House what exactly did she do? No wonder she and Hillary channeled post mortem.

#2 – Did Lady Bird Johnson bring her famous possum, armadillo road kill stew to Duval County where her husband with the legal help of Abe Fortas stole the Senate election of 1948?

#3 – Did Jackie Kennedy tell coal miners’ wives in Herndon, West Virginia of the difficulties in getting fresh endives and chard to braise? Did she tell them about the problems in having to choose between black truffles and its white Italian cousin? The ladies in Logan surely were impressed with the age old conflict between Burgundy and Bordeaux, right? Her lectures on Queen Ann furniture surely turned the tide for her husband. This was back when Kleagle Byrd was still burning crosses and harassing nigrahs, wasn’t he?

#4 – What particular working class life experiences did my favorite mad cap Gypsy lady, Tereza Heinz Kerry, bring to the campaign in 2004? Her complaints about Pratesi not making summer frocks were well known. Did she share them with voters in Ohio? I too wanted Asprey to open a store in this country but that couldn’t be in the Democratic Party platform. I know that you and your husband Jay Forbes Kerry had the first Burberry toilet paper in this country. I am sure the people in the panhandles of Florida and Oklahoma would have responded well to that if presented sensitively. Her speech at the Democratic convention lacked only her saying “Don’t Cry for me Mozambique”. She should have been allowed to bring her stuffed cheetah out. It wasn’t stuffed when she first played with it.

Put them all in a bag and you still wouldn’t get half of Ma Joad. Can you imagine any of them saying, “We are the people”? Not even Mel Brooks could stage that.

Although you get a super-sized IV of “non-malodorous fecal matter syndrome” booster you carry a back pack sized inhaler lest you stumble onto the truth this time the ordure is curling my nose hair and “my short and curlies”.

You and your ilk are beyond hypocrisy. A monumental hubris born of confusing feelings with ideas, of making expectations rather results the goal, of “trying to make a society so perfect that no one will ever have to be good”, enables you to sneer with contempt at anyone who doesn’t goose step to your imbecilic dogma.

Dante is busy building a new circle for you.



Kevin Smith