Charlie Pierce, one of the funniest, sharpest tongued wits to come out of Boston sportwriting world (and unabashed liberal Democrat) does double duty as a columnist for American Prospect.
This week he absolutely skewers Joe Klein and the rest of the mendacious, GOP boot licking press corps.
Absolute hilarity on the flip.
I despair often of my Beltway brethren. Most of the time, I feel it's time to march most of them out of Washington forcibly and intern them in a work camp and re-education center somewhere in the northern Smoky Mountains.
But that's just me.
Occasionally, however, one comes upon such a perfect fractal symptom of the overall contagion that it seems more than worth it to start building rude huts and stocking farm implements for the eventual inmate population. Peggy Noonan and her magic dolphins were one such pustulating example a few years back. Howard Fineman on Bush's comfort in denim and ermine, or whatever the hell he was talking about, was another.
Gentlemen, Dick Cheney does not do introspection, OK? In Texas, the birds he was killing were bigger than his conscience is, and they were exercised more often. That he busted a cap in his friend's dome did not change this in the least. His first instinct was to go for the liquor cabinet and his second was to go for the spin. This constant search for good faith and human decency on the part of people who have spent their entire public careers avoiding either one is totally a function of having walked among the Great Men for too long. Bob Kerrey, who wanders through life disheartened that the presidency is not an appointed position, must know that at some vestigial level of his being. Joe Klein and the rest of the cats 'n kittens in the political press corps, are more charming in their delightful naïveté. George Bush is a cowboy! Condi Rice is a genius! Dick Cheney has a soul to search!
Why aren't any of these people ever at my poker table?
Read the whole thing and laugh your buttcheeks off: Link