When a potent new expression of derision comes along, it needs to be applied sparingly. Think of it as like a cutting-edge antibiotic. In a pinch, it’ll zap whatever lower life form needs zapping, but if it’s used repeatedly bad things happen. Bacteria develop resistance; objects of contempt stop reeling and begin to giggle.
On to the Washington crowd, Democrats and Republicans alike. “Both sides are the meat puppets of Wall Street,” he wrote. As for the Clintons, Hillary supporters were now meat puppets, and her husband’s were too.
Like anyone else whose jones runs wild, Kass has a constant need for more. Meat puppet fixes now show up in his space with harrowing frequency—on July 1, again July 8, July 19, and July 22, and, in last Sunday’s column. “What are the consequences of electing to the White House someone who endangered national security for her own personal whims?” Kass pondered. “And if she’s elected, what happens to the rule of law for all of us who don’t sit on the imperial Iron Throne?”
Clearly Kass has, in his own way. But can he see the forest for the meat puppets?
