Judith Miller Claims "Deep Throat" Title
Miller, in the process of praising Mark Felt, sought to merge herself with him, in an act of innocence by association.
In a ceremony utterly unaware its own self-consuming ironies, Mata
Whori yesterday presented an award to Mark Felt on behalf of the First
Amendment Coalition. Joining her on the panel was her long-time
apologist Floyd Abrams:
Both Abrams and Miller attempted to equate her with Woodward, Bernstein
and Felt as a courageous defender of the First Amendment.
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In his keynote address, Floyd Abrams delivered a combination of tight legal argument and sweeping generalizations. In
addition to accusing unnamed blogs of being "vile beyond words" during
his speech, Abrams concluded the question and answer session lamenting
"the level of bile... the level of personal cruelty... the level of
near madness" directed against Miller. Yet, he never seriously
addressed the reasons why many hold Miller in contempt, simply waving
them off as having to do with her earlier work. In effect, Abrams
pretended there were no connection between Miller's false,
propagandistic reporting on Iraq's non-existent weapons of mass
destruction, and her involvement-however tangential or stillborn-in the
counter-attack on Joseph Wilson for exposing part of that lie.
Hey, Floyd: Didn't you get the boot? If you're not still on the clock, why are you peddling this shit?
Floyd's irrational anger would indicate
that he is still in the throes of a wee bit of denial. He's probably
spent the past twenty-four hours hugging the porcelain throne after
reading Judy's self-serving justifications and obfuscations in the Times and getting a glimpse into how this is all going to play out for him.
I wonder how Big Lou Dobbs is going to feel when the real story comes out. She does have her way with men, doesn't she.
I feel bad for Mark Felt. If I were he I'd have spit at her and refused
the award unless someone else gave it to me. And they'd better wash it
first.
Judith Miller: Armstrong Williams in whiteface and a skirt. Stick a fork in the NY Times. They're done.