Exactly one week ago Washington Post readers had to endure perhaps the most unrequested combination of all-times.
Jeffrey Goldberg was sticking up for New Jersey's "Girthy Pamela Des Barres" Chris Christie and his constant stalking of Bruce Springsteen with love unrequited -- why won't you love me, Bruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuce?
Perhaps because you are an asshole?
But amazingly, the Boss's nightmare was not at an end, and he could not escape right-wing camp followers no matter what preventative measures he took, just yesterday it was David Brooks:
They say you’ve never really seen a Bruce Springsteen concert until you’ve seen one in Europe, so some friends and I threw financial sanity to the winds and went to follow him around Spain and France.First, who the hell is "they"? Second, Is there a greater sign of cultural danger to rock music than David Brooks and his "friends" (can I dub them the "BoBros"?) traipsing around foreign nations to see it?
Now I'm just waiting for Charles Krauthammer's report on his love of REO Speedwagon.
[cross-posted at Firedoglake]