Arianna Huffington: The Connector,gasp! by Myra Breckenridge

I know you've all been waiting for my story on Ms. Huffington, but one must admit that when it comes to insider reporting, dripping with rhetorical treacle and a certain cattiness, Elizabeth Rubin at Vogue has outdone everyone, who has attempted to describe the phenomenon of Arianna H. Let me just quote the opening sentence of this revelatory reportorial miniature:
"Everyone remembers the first time they met Arianna Huffington; everyone has a story."
And it just gets better and better. Ah,and the delicious mouth feel of the 'Arianna Huffington brand' like Poilly Fuisse on the tongue. The narration of Ms. H's rise to the top is rather breathtaking handled in two short paragraphs, designed not to excessively bore that very fastidious Vogue reader. And the word Zeitgeist never got such a working over as it gets in this article,whew! I'm dizzy just from writing it, much less reading it so many times.
Under the leadership of Tim Armstrong, AOL will promote patch.com and Arianna will use unpaid bloggers that were such a hit at the HuffPo, to work for free while giving all a chance to write for a national audience. Poor Arianna, she thinks all is forgiven from her rather nasty parting of ways of those unpaid bloggers on HuffPo, so sad. Gore Vidal did call the USA The United States of Amnesia. But after all Milton Friedman was her great,even beloved mentor. But Arianna is a force of nature or of just plain colossal ambition, to be a mogul, a taste-maker, a trendsetter and in charge of remaking the world and bringing the rest of us with her, even the unpaid ones, whether we want to go or not. Please read and enjoy this really short,chatty little pastiche. It sort of makes you long for those seemingly endless New Yorker articles brimming with authorial self-congratulation and guaranteed to put you in Dreamland.
Sincerely yours,
Myra B.     
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Rootless cosmopolitan,down at heels intellectual;would be writer. 'Polemic is a discourse of conflict, whose effect depends on a delicate balance between the requirements of truth and the enticements of anger, the duty to argue and the zest to inflame. Its rhetoric allows, even enforces, a certain figurative licence. Like epitaphs in Johnson’s adage, it is not under oath.' https://www.lrb.co.uk/v15/n20/perry-anderson/diary
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