During the W years, I used to read Maureen Dowd religiously. I liked her wit, intelligence, and bashing of Dubya. It was always spot-on and fully deserved. After his minions stole the 2000 election, he lied to us about Iraq’s WMD’s and set us on a path of destruction, both, economic and, more sadly, of human life. In my view, anything and everything that she threw at him was justified.

But I’ve become less of a fan during President Obama’s time in office. I no longer find her very witty, and I’m increasingly questioning her intelligence. This was never truer than after reading her article The Golf Address. If you haven’t read it, save yourself the trouble. It is an unreadable, inaccurate piece of trash.

To make a long story short, Dowd changed the words of The Gettysburg Address as if President Obama were giving an address on golf.  That’s the unreadable part. This is the beginning of it:

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.

The inaccurate part is that with this “Golf Address,” she’s implying that President Obama doesn’t care about anything, not about James Foley’s murder, not about the Ferguson riots nor the ISIL crisis. According to Maureen Dowd, President Obama cares for nothing except golf.  This is not an extreme interpretation on my side. In her previous column, Alone Again, Naturally, she doesn’t imply anything, she comes right out and says it:

The extraordinary candidate turns out to be the most ordinary of men, frittering away precious time on the links. Unlike L.B.J., who devoured problems as though he were being chased by demons, Obama’s main galvanizing impulse was to get himself elected.

Almost everything else — from an all-out push on gun control after the Newtown massacre to going to see firsthand the Hispanic children thronging at the border to using his special status to defuse racial tensions in Ferguson — just seems like too much trouble.

Now, I’m pissed off. Maureen Dowd can disagree with what President Obama does and doesn’t do. I have. She can criticize him all she wants—and she wants to a lot. In fact, when it comes to Obama-bashing, she’s worse than a dog with a bone. She’s a bitch.

– August 17: “Where’s The Justice At Justice? Why do the president and the attorney general praise the First Amendment while they push to imprison truth?”

-August 20: “Alone Again, Naturally The rock-star candidate who got elected on his electrifying promise has become a bored bird in a gilded cage.”

-August 24: “The Golf Address From the great battlefield of Farm Neck Golf Club in Martha’s Vineyard, a few words of national import.”

-August 27: “He Has A Dream President Obama, who once boldly and candidly addressed race, has outsourced the issue to the Rev. Al Sharpton.”

However, what she cannot do is accuse him of not caring. She who is so stuck on optics has not noticed how much he has aged in the past 6 years? How gray his hair has turned?

But leaving optics aside, doesn’t she realize or doesn’t she care that anything that she writes can and will be used against President Obama in the court of public [conservative] opinion? Is she so enamored of her caustic wit, that when she writes that President Obama doesn’t care, she’s blinded to the ammunition that she is giving to the right, to those who are not only wrong about mostly everything but who have wronged our President and our democracy beyond description, precisely because they don’t care?

I’m much less witty and intelligent than Maureen Dowd, but I would never give those who have and continue to damage our country such ammunition.

Let me put it this way, I used to like Maureen Dowd; now, I’d like her to just STFU.