If instead of providing the service as ombudsman everyone expects she’s going to pull something out of her ass at the last minute Friday night and hope nobody notices, she may as well pretend she works at The Enquirer and tell us who’s fucking whom and how much they had to pay for it.

I’m STILL waiting for that wench to do a follow-up column about Democratic Congressmen who were tangled up in the Abramoff scandal. Fortunately, I haven’t been holding my breath.

One to many snack crackers.

Good week ahead, thing good thoughts for the change needed. :grin:

fine letters, MPoodle and bmaz.

Deb is a full-throated adherent to the school of journamilizm that sez “if both sides are complaining, we’re doing our job exactly right.” When she acribes complaints to liberal bloggers, or even worse, to those prompted by liberal bloggers, it makes me see red.

I was a dedicated WaPo reader (having it delivered to my remote New England college dorm during Watergate) long before I started taking orders from Jane & Christy. Why Deb finds it necessary to ascribe motive and persuasion to her paper’s READERS escapes me.

I TRUSTED THE POST LONG BEFORE THERE WAS EVEN AN INTERNET USED BY THE UNIVERSITIES! Blogging has nothing to do with it. What she doesn’t want to admit is that the content and editorial position of the post, based purely in fact=free decision-making had trredeemably made the Post a clone of the Washington Times.

Once it was a respected and trusted source of information that you knew would be carefully fact-checked by the editors. Nowadays the WH taking points are more likrly to find their ways (leaked of course) onto their front pages.

Deb is more of an Ombutthead, really.

Her role is equivalent to that of Tony Snow or Scotty McClellan…a spokesperson rather than an ombudsman!

eCAHNomics @
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cleter @ 38

Except for Froomkin, the Washington Post is dead to me. Feh.

Don’t forget Dana Priest.

And E.J. and Eugene.

And sometimes Shailagh. And Peter and Jonathan.

One person with a bit of cash could create their own paper a strip the WashPo of every semblance of believability in less than it costs to pay one average major league baseball player.