Debra Heine, at Breitbart, has a P.I.’s peep shot of the wife-beater wearing Obama Administration and its abusive relationship with the media.
She makes note of how reporters are treated if they say anything the boss in the Big House doesn’t like. But every time the new media or the so-called swing voters ask, like the beat-cop responding to neighbors calling about another fight next door, the so-called watchdog media is heard to say… ‘But I can’t leave him. He loves me. I, uh… just fell down the stairs (click, click, click, as threatening emails from White House Staffers are erased).
This is in addition to the slanted reporting, the unflattering edits of opponents (likely seeking favor from the Boss for better access or to make up for some perceived slight), lying by omission in general, out-right lying altogether, making news, coordinating news, BenSmithing, ignoring news, and of course–pitching softballs, not asking follow-ups, not asking at all, and the nearly non-stop, Hollywood reporting from their celebrity White house Fan club, as if this were an eight year episode of Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous, and not a constitutional obligation to keep the abusive of power in check.
Which brings me to the thing that truly caught my eye. Debra remarks on how Jonathan Alter had his own run in with the Obama Thought Police, and how he seems to have made up for daring to challenge the Teflon Bamster.
That didn’t stop Alter from beclowning himself in October 2011 with his slobbering and over the top Bloomberg piece:Obama Miracle is White House Free of Scandal:
President Barack Obama goes into the 2012 with a weak economy that may doom his reelection. But he has one asset that hasn’t received much attention:He’s honest. (emphasis mine.)
Stop laughing – it gets better:
…the president’s Teflon is intriguing. How did we end up in such a scandal-less state? After investigating the question for a recent Washington Monthly article, I’ve been developing some theories. For starters, the tone is always set at the top. Obama puts a premium on personal integrity, and with a few exceptions…
That was after Dealergate, DOJ Black Panther whitewash, the Obamafication of NEA art, the Sestak affair, the politically expedient IG Gerald Walpin firing, misspent Porkulous funds, the DOJ’s secret astroturf propaganda unit, the Shorebank scandal, oilgate, Blagojevich Rezko Obama corruption, his unaccountable Communist czars, Fast and Furious, The Gibson Guitar Raid, Solyndra andLightSquared.
That last paragraph is link-gold. A walk down memory lane. And not even a comprehensive list of all the crap that has gone almost entirely unreported with the career ending energy and enthusiasm reserved for people who are not Democrats, or Democrats who dare to challenge the primacy of the Journ-o-list-line on the state of affairs in America.
The Bamster isn’t Teflon, he is brittle like a six thumbed, seven year old prima-donna, in a pretty pink dress, trying to play “Requiem for the Free World” in D-Flat on the worlds most expensive, tax-payer backed Steinway, just a hair-trigger away from a melt-down at her own six-trillion dollar party (though I hear the steaks are to die for). But when you erect a curtain wall of czars, spokespeople, and cabinet members to take the heat or back up your finger-pointing, with the media trolling the moat like alligators fed soley on the raw meat you give them, ready to devour anyone who dare try to swim across with the secret plans to your DC Death Star, you can be a fragile SOB and no one needs to know the truth because everyone is afraid to report it.
