Still looking for that last-minute Christmas gift for White House press secretary Dana Perino? May we recommend a gift certificate for the forthcoming book on the Cuban Missile Crisis by our colleague Michael Dobbs, "One Minute to Midnight: Kennedy, Khrushchev, and Castro on the Brink of Nuclear War," due out next summer?
Appearing on National Public Radio's light-hearted quiz show "Wait, Wait . . . Don't Tell Me," which aired over the weekend, Perino got into the spirit of things and told a story about herself that she had previously shared only in private: During a White House briefing, a reporter referred to the Cuban Missile Crisis -- and she didn't know what it was.
"I was panicked a bit because I really don't know about . . . the Cuban Missile Crisis," said Perino, who at 35 was born about a decade after the 1962 U.S.-Soviet nuclear showdown. "It had to do with Cuba and missiles, I'm pretty sure." So she consulted her best source. "I came home and I asked my husband," she recalled. "I said, 'Wasn't that like the Bay of Pigs thing?' And he said, 'Oh, Dana.' "
Oh, Dana.
Oh, Dana.
Dana, you're very good at your job. Don't get me wrong -- you're as dumb as a sack of ballpeen hammers. No question about it.
And because of that -- not in spite of that, mind you -- you are very good at her job.
The whole idea of a Bush administration press conference is to prevent decent information from emerging, and make the whole affair into a sick joke. A collective migraine.
Who better to preside over such a farce than a bona fide dumbbell whose ignorance is only matched by her arrogance? Who proudly announces, over and over, that she doesn't know a goddamned thing about anything asked, as if that is some badge of honor? Who gives rambling, nonsensical (and yet snotty) answers to simple questions that make any honest person want to down a fifth of cheap scotch, on the spot?
You're doing a heckuva job, Dana. Your dumbness serves the Dark Lord Cheney well.
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