Who knew? Maureen Dowd of the New York Times not only has a sense of humor (and, no, “Dubya” is not indicative of someone with a gift of giggle). She is able to fire off zingers at Barack Obama, whose mania for golfing — especially his game-changing decision to hit the links seconds after publicly mourning an American journalist beheaded by the jayvee team.
Dowd’s column today is titled “The Golf Address,” and begins:
FORE! Score? And seven trillion rounds ago, our forecaddies brought forth on this continent a new playground, conceived by Robert Trent Jones, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal when it comes to spending as much time on the links as possible — even when it seems totally inappropriate, like moments after making a solemn statement condemning the grisly murder of a 40-year-old American journalist beheaded by ISIL.
I know reporters didn’t get a chance to ask questions, but I had to bounce. I had a 1 p.m. tee time at Vineyard Golf Club with Alonzo Mourning and a part-owner of the Boston Celtics. Hillary and I agreed when we partied with Vernon Jordan up here, hanging out with celebrities and rich folks is fun.
Now we are engaged in a great civil divide in Ferguson, which does not even have a golf course, and that’s why I had a “logistical” issue with going there. We are testing whether that community, or any community so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure when the nation’s leader wants nothing more than to sink a birdie putt.
It goes on a tad long before ending with “So help me Golf,” but it never loses its sarcastic edge, much to Dowd’s credit
