I’m Sorry
I’m sorry I thought that Tim Russert was important enough to have been included in the Valerie Plame outing. I was embarrassed for him when it came out that he wasn’t even significant enough to be included with the rest of the press corps when the White House wanted to broadcast a leak. Even worse, Scooter Libby thought he would be too embarrassed to admit he was out of the loop.
I’m sorry I thought that it was possible for Jonah Goldberg to finally act like a mensch and pay up after an apology to Juan Cole. As usual, other people had to clean up after him.
Most of all I’m sorry that I live in a time and place where the media have lost their connection to the truth. With all of the resources available via the Internet that once required weeks of research, those whose function is to report the truth make no effort to verify what they are told. It is sad when the average newsletter is more apt to be accurate that the major news organizations.
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I hope Wells brought a large smoke generator and many, many mirrors; it looks to me as if nothing less can save Libby’s freedom (and indirectly the Veep’s credibility, such as it is). But I’ve been wrong about such things too many times before to venture a prediction. Still, I keep repeating to myself, “presumed innocent…” “presumed innocent…” but it doesn’t seem to help. Somebody in that White House outed Plame, and one or more people in that White House lied about it under oath; forgive me if I am unsympathetic.
The saddest thing for Tim was the revelation that in internal discussions, the Bushies considered his show a safe place to send their lying minions. Let me dry my tears for him… there; that didn’t take long.
“…lost their connection to the truth.”
I’d like it if they just stopped being umitigated enabling LIARS for more than a few minutes. 🙂
You have to wonder if the media will take a hard look at the trial and understand that they are “tools of their oppressors” [as the Soviets used to say] cooperating in their own subjugation. They sold whatever integrity they had for corrupted scraps from the table of their masters. They performed tricks to amuse the court so they would not be excluded. It doesn’t intrude on their consciousness that they aren’t sitting at the table, but capering on the floor, a pack of yappy lap dogs eager to avoid a harsh word.