Today’s column is my last for The Washington Post. And the first thing I want to say is thank you. Thank you to all you readers, e-mailers, commenters, questioners, Facebook friends and Twitterers for spending your time with me and engaging with me over the years. And thank you for the recent outpouring of support. It was extraordinarily uplifting, and I’m deeply grateful. If I ever had any doubt, your words have further inspired me to continue doing accountability journalism. My plan is to take a few weeks off before embarking upon my next endeavor — but when I do, I hope you’ll join me.
Well, that didn’t take long. Just 44 days into the job, and President Obama is going gray.
Oh, forty-four days? You mean forty-four days and he went gray? Or do you mean forty-four days was as long as you could wait to waste the goddamn front page of the freakin’ New York Times with this … this …?
No, really. The article ends with Walt Frazier and a slogan for Just For Men hair dye. And tells me about “black parlance from the 1960s”.
Throughout the Iraqi Bush Adventure, there has been a curious argument taking place:
Critic: The intelligence was wrong. They knew it. The whole thing was a setup. Administration: Yes, but _____ said the same thing we did. How were we to know?
What seems so disingenuous about the administration’s argument is that, for the most part, the various people whose names could fill in the blank were operating according to what the White House told them. It is not so much that other people agreed with the administration’s line, but rather that they believed it.
And for some reason, this point has brought nothing but the sound of the wind and maybe the occasional tumbleweed. Continue reading →
There is an old Doonesbury from the 1970s, specifically from the Nixon/Ford era, in which the press corps was depicted as ludicrous and undyingly accommodating. A young Dan Rather challenged one or another spokesmen at the White House, got a vapid response, and attempted to reiterate the point only to be shouted down by his fellow journalists. The punch line that sticks out in my memory is, “Don’t be piggy, Dan.”
Dan Froomkin brings us a tale of our contemporary press corps that, while it does not read identically, reminds us at least of what we hoped was a bygone era: Continue reading →