Gyp!

David Brooks column today is entitled "Whose Team Am I On?" I'm thinking, Finally, he's going to step to the plate and recognize that he can either continue to rationalize adherence to a party that reflects ideals unrelated to those he endeavors to espouse and announce himself Libertarian, Independent, something.

And what do I get? A quasi-thoughtful consideration of whether he should remain a Met fan now that his adopted home, D.C., has a baseball team.

You know what, Brooksie -- piss off. My team doesn't want you. The Nationals can have you. Just like the Republicans, who are no less than you deserve.

And note to the Times: isn't it about time you gave him the hook? Oh, that's right, the only jobs with lifetime tenure: seats on Article III courts, and the New York Times Op-Ed page. Batting from the right side of the plate, David Brooks, apologist for his supposed party's hypocrisy and dissimulation. Batting from the left side of the plate, Maureen Down, a twittering housewife who is no funnier than she is incisive, which is to say not very.

Almost makes me wish Safire was still there twice a week.