|They're like twins! Can you see the wolf's eyeglasses?|
Holy shit you guys, is it possible that I went through the entirety of 2018 without writing about a disappointed David Brooks? How is that even possible.
Needless to say, David Brooks remains disappointed. To be honest, I'd be disappointed if he wasn't.
In his year-end column, "2019: The Year of the Wolf," Brooks spoils Willa Cather's 1918 novel My Antonia, and refuses to use common words like sled or sleigh, instead using sledge several times. As I write this, my Grammarly Chome extension has the word sledge flagged and recommends changing it to sled. I know, Grammarly, I know.
David Brooks asserts that when people are surrounded by wolves, they will do things that society might judge harshly just to survive. Then he declares 2019 the year the wolves will surround Donald Trump.
David Brooks continues to be disappointed that reasonable people haven't returned us to the orthodoxy that made David Brooks so comfortable. "Would David Brooks give up the tax cut he got under Trump to return to that orthodoxy?" you might ask yourself hypothetically.
"Shut. Up." David Brooks would exclaim from nowhere in particular.
According to David Brooks, Donald Trump will likely attempt to undermine the credibility of the various officials ("the wolves") investigating him, his family, and his business deals. David Brooks is smart like that; able to intuit that which has been going on for years.
I'm sure David Brooks had an erection reading freshman Senator Mitt Romney's op-ed piece in the Washington Post wherein Mittens makes it clear that he's going to vote for Trump's agenda, but he won't be totally happy doing it. Total maverick.