I’ve been meaning to write about the phony narrative that John McCain et al. have tried to turn into a pseudo-scandal to trash Susan Rice. I would hope that everyone here has learned to see the con. But just in case, let me put it this way: McCain’s wankery is too much for Joe Lieberman to tolerate. (Let that sink in for a while.) Or let me put it another way: Bob Schieffer, Dana Milbank, and needless to say MoDo are trying to sell the pseudo-scandal. I rest my case.
By the way, I’m glad Somerby brought up one of the very lowest points of MoDo’s dismal career, her trashing of Judith Steinberg Dean:
She is a ghost in his political career. She has never even been to Iowa, and most reporters who have covered Howard Dean’s quest here the last two years would not recognize her if she walked in the door, which she is not likely to do, since she prefers examining patients to being cross-examined by voters and reporters.
The first hard evidence most people had that Howard Dean was actually married came with a startling picture of his wife on the front page of Tuesday’s Times, accompanying a Jodi Wilgoren profile.
In worn jeans and old sneakers, the shy and retiring Dr. Judith Steinberg Dean looked like a crunchy Vermont hippie, blithely uncoiffed, unadorned, unstyled and unconcerned about not being at her husband’s side — the anti-Laura. You could easily imagine the din of Rush Limbaugh and Co. demonizing her as a counterculture fem-lib role model for the blue states.
Right, we have to be concerned about Rush Limbaugh trashing Steinberg Dean through a lens of creepy gender politics. And yet I swear on a remainder table full of copies of Are Men Necessary? that in the early days of this blog there were still a lot of liberals who gave MoDo a pass because her content-free snark was sometimes directed at Dick Cheney.