Our Mr. Brooks
You might recall that David Brooks once wrote that Obama wasn’t the kind of regular guy you’d see at the salad bat at Applebee’s. Which proved that Brooks himself wasn’t the kind of regular guy who’d ever been to Applebee’s and knew it didn’t have a salad bar. And you might have thought that he’d never be able to top that bit of self-revelation. And you’d have been right.
But only for eight years. There’s something about presidential elections that brings out the Thurston Howell the Third in Brooks. Here he is trying to hang with us, man of the people to the people:
Welcome to a world without rules. (I want you to read this paragraph in your super-scary movie trailer voice.) Welcome to a world in which families are mowed down by illegal immigrants, in which cops die in the streets, in which Muslims rampage the innocents and threaten our very way of life, in which the fear of violent death lurks in every human heart.
Seriously, he doesn’t know it’s “In a world”. (I mean, there was a whole movie about it.) He also doesn’t know that the next word is “where”. To Brooks, the voice-over of doom says “in which”, like a prissy grammar nerd who read once that ‘where’ should only be used to indicate location. But then he forced himself to misue “rampage”, to show us that he really is a regular guy, the kind you can go out and have a Campari and Soda with.
I can hardly wait for 2024.
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