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Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Look On Your Works, Ye Mighty, and Despair!

Editor and Publisher takes a look back at our millionaire pundit class coming in their pants over Commander Codpiece and his infamous “Mission Accomplished” stunt. Here’s a taste, courtesy of Maureen Dowd:
The tail hook caught the last cable, jerking the fighter jet from 150 m.p.h. to zero in two seconds. Out bounded the cocky, rule-breaking, daredevil flyboy, a man navigating the Highway to the Danger Zone, out along the edges where he was born to be, the further on the edge, the hotter the intensity.

He flashed that famous all-American grin as he swaggered around the deck of the aircraft carrier in his olive flight suit, ejection harness between his legs, helmet tucked under his arm, awestruck crew crowding around. Maverick was back, cooler and hotter than ever, throttling to the max with joystick politics.

Compared to Karl Rove's ''revvin' up your engine'' myth-making cinematic style, Jerry Bruckheimer's movies look like ''Lizzie McGuire.''

This time Maverick didn't just nail a few bogeys and do a 4G inverted dive with a MIG-28 at a range of two meters. This time the Top Gun wasted a couple of nasty regimes, and promised this was just the beginning.

Great googly-moogly!

Hey, Maureen: Your boy had another photo op the other day:



Why didn’t you write glowingly about that? It’s not too late, you know. Here, I’ll help get you started:
His large, rough hands, calloused from years of clearing brush, swinging golf clubs, driving pickups, and other thoroughly manly pursuits, skillfully caressed the taut, waiting skin of the drum.

He slowly licked his lips and began to sway those storied jogger’s hips to the hypnotic, pulsing rhythm. He waited for what seemed an exquisite eternity before decisively striking, bringing paroxysms of fevered delight to the spellbound crowd.

As the music swelled, he at last let himself go, beating harder, and harder, and—oh god—harder still.

What do you think: Was that a Dowd-worthy paean to Bongo Boy?

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