I worry that in the tremors and hysteria of the Times we’re seeing the sad end of liberalism. (…) liberalism, as personified by the New York Times, became a dotty old aunt sometime during the Johnson administration. She’s provincial, eccentric, and holds dull, peculiar views about the world.
Still, she has our fond regard, and we visit her regularly in her nursing home otherwise known as Arts and Leisure and the Book Review.
Or we did until Sunday, January 9, when she began spouting obscenities and exposing herself.