I Used to Hate Puff Pieces

The New York Times published a puff piece about an Obama friend, Valerie Jarrett over the weekend.  It’s 8100 words, includes some glossy photos, and puff language like “ineffable raison d’etre”.  On any other time before today, it would have annoyed me.

It’s the kind of thing they used to write for John McCain, before they joined the maverick paradigm like I did after his nomination.  Now, I have no problems with this sort of puff press anymore.  It gives me an excuse.

And so, a little puff mockery for the New York Times…

I truly cannot place my finger on any one reason why I find that presence of his so unforgettable.

Granted, he seems to fit in nicely with his companions, but something makes him stand out.  Perhaps it’s because his fur is my favorite color, or that way he speaks with such primitive aplomb.  And despite his squat and bestial bearing, or the fact he sets such a questionable example of using the English language, the children still love him.

Truly, the modern world has not seemed to take any toll upon him at all.  Unfazed by the fact that his favorite obsession has been dubbed “a sometimes snack”, he carries on, happily entertaining the innocent masses as they learn letters and numbers on his street.  And even after all these years, a death metal YouTube video, and the ravages of our changing society, he still wears his nom de guerre proudly.

So today, I salute you, my forever favorite Cookie Monster.  I’ll never know your real name, and I’ll never care.

And just because, here’s the death metal video with the Cookie monster.

Filed under: Satire, Humor, and Dementia on July 27th, 2009