Ars Longa Fundraiser, Day Five: The Most Dangerous Columnist In America

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"The slow blade penetrates the shield." -- Gurney Halleck, Dune

As America's greatest Brooksologist who published his first essay on the subject of David Fucking Brooks almost exactly 13 years ago today, I can say without fear of contradiction that Mr. Brooks deals in poison.

Slow poison. Sweet, honeyed poison.  Poison which has been gradually drip-fed through our most respectable institutions and into the heads and hearts of the nation's elite influencers over the course of decades.

Mr. Brooks' poison does not kill outright.  Instead, it is a designer drug engineered to weaken the overall immune system of our body politic.  To make the country susceptible to a horde of other, opportunistic Conservative diseases which a healthy nation could fight off easily.  He is the slow blade that pushes, pushes, pushes against the shield.  He is the ablest enabler of the greatest lie of our age -- the Big Lie of Both Sides Do It.  The Pope of the Beltway's high and holy Church of Both Siderism.

Pope Bias the First, Bishop of the Acela Corridor, aka, Vicar of Both Sides, Successor of the Prince of the Kristols, Supreme Pontiff of the Washington Beltway, Primate of Fake Centrism, Archbishop and Metropolitan of Humility, Sovereign of True Conservatism's City State and Servant of the servants of the Church of Lyin'tology.

And over the past 13 years have taken up my doodle stick from time to time to do my small bit to immortalize Mr. Brooks in graphic form.


A stalwart friend and enabler of Both Siderists everywhere

The affable little man who is, in fact, Number Two.

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