Jonah Goldberg gleefully deconstructs all the shades of meaning in the Blagojevich indictment.
There are so many things to love about the Rod Blagojevich scandal itâ€™s hard to know where to begin.
Wait. Thatâ€™s not right. There are so many bleeping things to love about this bleeping-bleep Blagojevich scandal itâ€™s hard to know where to begin.
For starters, the folks at the Chicago Tribune are Christmas Pony Happy because Blago tried to strong-arm the Tribâ€™s owners to fire members of the editorial board. Instead, Trib editors will get to have a big tailgate party outside Blagoâ€™s cell window.
Newspaper people love that sort of thing. …
For partisans, thereâ€™s the schadenfreude that comes with watching the Democrats â€” self-proclaimed anti-corruption zealots in recent years â€” explain why Blagojevich shouldnâ€™t be lumped in with Congressmen Charlie Rangel (cut himself sweetheart deals), William Jefferson ($90,000 in his freezer) and Tim Mahoney (tried to bribe an aide he was sleeping with not to sue him â€” and you thought romance was dead) as part of a new Democratic â€œculture of corruptionâ€ storyline.
Thereâ€™s the enormous I-should-have-had-a-V8! moment as the mainstream press collectively thwacks itself in the forehead, realizing it blew it again. The New York Times â€” which, according to Wall Street analysts, is weeks from holding editorial-board meetings in a refrigerator box â€” created the journalistic equivalent of CSI-Wasilla to study every follicle and fiber in Sarah Palinâ€™s background, all the while treating Obamaâ€™s Chicago like one of those fairy-tale lands depicted in posters that adorn little girlsâ€™ bedroom walls.
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