She writes beyond parody

Panorama of crowd and stadium here in Mobile. #trump. pic.twitter.com/rLDMDzIrKo

— Katy Tur (@KatyTurNBC) August 22, 2015

Maureeen Dowd, in her fourth column devoted to Donald Trump since August 8 (i.e., every column she's written since August 8 plus one spillover piece last week when she had too much material to fit in):

He lives beyond parody....

There is nothing that excites Trump the candidate more than crowing that he has a great big crowd and Jeb has a teeny weeny crowd. He sounded orgasmic as he described to the New Hampshire town hall that his Alabama event this weekend had to be moved from a room that held 1,000 to a room that held 2,000 to a convention center to a stadium.

So overwhelmed with the thought of the

“huge” and “big”

Trumpeter schlong that she fails to note that the 50,000-seat Ladd-Peebles Stadium in Mobile was distinctly not overwhelmed by the 15 to 20 thousand Trump fans who showed up.

Also:

It is a fable conjured up in several classic movies: A magnetic, libidinous visitor shows up and insinuates himself into the lives of a bourgeois family. The free spirit leaves, but only after transforming the hidebound family, so that none of them can see themselves the same way again.

Is this a reference to what I think it is? (Only one film, but definitely classic.)

Laura Betti in Pier Paolo Pasolini's Teorema (1968). If the Trump campaign is really a remake of the Pasolini film, this is Dowd's part.

And

The Don Rickles of reality shows is weirdly bringing some reality to the presidential patty-cake.

I thought Simon Callow was the Don Rickles of reality TV. Wouldn't Trump be more like the Andrew "Dice" Clay of reality TV? Anyway, reality in what sense exactly? You keep using that word...

More from Steve (Dowd: "Billionaire son of real estate tycoon Fred Trump to save America from 'entitled families'.")