The Anchoress doesn’t like MoDo,
and neither do I. In my case, it’s not simply a matter of politics. I visit several blogs written by people whose politics are distinctly different from mine. What I don’t like about MoDo is that she is the blight of the feminine gender, and the bane of many an existence: a whiner. Not that male whiners are an improvement. But enough whining on my part.

The other day The Anchoress said, Mo Dowd needs to consider her uterus

Just stop this bellyaching – you are an embarrassment to your uterus! That’s right, I said your uterus! Your uterus is a tough, muscle, expansive and flexible, which can take a beating for months and then get right back in fighting form, ready for another round. It draws in and it casts out, making no excuses, nor yelping about how hard it’s working. Your uterus does not make sobbing, hiccuping noises of complaint because it is underappreciated, and it doesn’t simply find something it hates and blow incessant raspberries through its cervix. Consider your uterus, Maureen, it is very near the core of your being, and it is strong and capable.

Thank you, Anchoress.

If only the NYT would hire The Anchoress and give MoDo her walking papers . . .

Update On a much more serious subject, The Captain and The Anchoress post today on new information regarding Terry Schiavo. I join The Anchoress in her prayer.