Charles Piece on MoDo:
I am firmly convinced that Maureen Dowd has gone, in the immortal words of the late George V. Higgins, “as soft as church music.” As it happens, this is one of those days. The first paragraph of this column is so truly, madly, deeply twisted that Freud would have needed six pounds of cocaine and a bathysphere just to get to the bottom of it.:The unlikely femme fatale from Jersey sashayed into a Trenton news conference and broke a lot of hearts. (Not Snooki’s or Barry’s, of course.)Reading this swill is like discovering that every girl with whom I went to Catholic school spends the day sharpening knives and polishing the human skulls atop the chifferobe. And, well: ick.