I’ve had a few emails asking me why I have not bothered to write about Frank Rich’s cynical, silly-assed column.
I’m just SO not interested in Frank Rich. Smug. Supercillious. Often glaringly hypocritical. Full of himself. Why would I bother? I glanced at his column, saw this typical mean-spirited, hyper-snippety and yes, hypocritical (in that he so often gushes when a liberal actor has a political thought) assessment of actor Ron Silver as a “C-list publicity hound,” one who apparently offends Rich’s sense of order and class structure by daring to be an actor who has left the liberal plantation and supported the viscerally hated George W. Bush.
Or maybe Rich hates Silver because he is Jewish, who the hell knows? Who cares? Rich is a snob. He is over-daintified, insulated and insular, a fully confirmed and installed founding member of the Church of What’s Happening Now. Ugh. I don’t find him annoying or amusing or maddening. I just find him dull. The eyes glaze over and the head hits the desk.
Roger Simon had a few choice words for him, though: An example of this is Frank Rich’s cheap shot at Ron Silver as a “C-list publicity hound” (therefore presumably not entitled to public interest in his opinions) in this morning’s NYT. Silver, however, besides his distinguished acting career, has been a political activist literally for decades, has worked in intelligence and understands Chinese. [Does Rich?-ed. I think he can order moo goo gai pan.] So what gives here? Ron’s problem, I guess, is that he disagrees with Rich. This is “liberalism?” Times change, huh?
Yes, Roger, sadly, this is liberalism. It shouldn’t be. It didn’t used to be. But liberalism has devolved and it consists now of closed-minded, reactionary uppity trendoids who still think they’re the cool kids in the cafeteria, sniffing and looking down their noses at the rest. That’s what happens when you don’t grow up. You stagnate. Like Frank Rich.