Our Corporate Media Gets "Dicked"

(Pushing it with that headline, I know, but I can’t think of any other that’s more appro- priate…).

This New York Times “story” from Sheryl Gay Stolberg tells us that Vice-President “Big Time” was the keynote speaker at a journalism awards luncheon hosted by the Gerald R. Ford foundation yesterday.

I guess we can now look forward to Vladimir Putin chairing a commission to study Democratic reforms in totalitarian regimes and Omar al-Bashir hosting a symposium on human rights in third-world countries any day now…

While the words “light” and “Dick Cheney” do not ordinarily exist in the same sentence, the vice president did use the question-and-answer session to reveal a lighter side of himself, all the while throwing in a few characteristic zingers.

Is there anyone out there who can explain to me why this is “news” (and by the way, I cannot understand why any life form with a pulse would devote any attention at all to a public official with an almost microscopic approval rating of 15 percent, as noted here). And it’s not as if Deadeye Dick is even much of a GOP “rainmaker” any more either, as noted here.

And this tells us something that Stolberg apparently thought would have been impolite to mention, namely, that the self-satisfied and utterly “kept” Beltway press corps rewarded the keynote speaker with applause and laughter when he spoke dismissively of Scott McClellan’s book (truly no honor among these people, who apparently have forgotten that this execrable cretin once concurred with the assessment of Cheney’s flunky Incurious George that Adam Clymer of the Times, one of their peers, was “a major league asshole” - yep, Dubya would know about such things).

And I’m sure this moment has been completely forgotten as well.

So the press actually had an opportunity to grill the man who conceived of a secret energy policy that has plundered this country of untold sums of money, to say nothing of encouraging war without end in Iraq while he cashed in as no one else ever has at the expense of that country’s almost ceaseless suffering and the destruction of our military, and all the journos thought to do instead was to “ask to pass the sweet and sour shrimp.”

I just wanted to make sure I got that “on the record.”

Update 1: And somehow I don't think Henry Waxman cares whether Deadeye Dick will write a memoir or not (here).

Update 2: Somehow I missed this little item earlier.