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Edited on Thu Nov-17-05 09:41 PM by KoKo01
comments of his own. I enjoyed the read...and you might, too. You have to scroll for Digby...but Will Bunch's youthful view of what "Woodstein" was to so many is a good read...at the first link: --------------- Bob and meI've never been very trendy, but there was one time in my life when I did find myself swept up by a trend, a big one. And so today I come here to confess: I am a charter member of that '70s show, a generation of starry-eyed idealists who became newspaper reporters all because of Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein.
It all started in the summer of 1973. I wasn’t a total geek when I was 14 -- just a total Watergate geek. I still remember getting home from shooting archery (badly) and swimming laps (slowly) at summer rec camp every day, and racing upstairs to our black-and-white set so I could catch John Dean’s testimony to the Senate Watergate Committee.
The next year, on a family camping trip to the Catskills, I stayed up with a flashlight in my cot, pouring over the paperback edition of Richard Nixon’s White House tape transcripts while raccoons foraged underneath. As I remember it three decades later, my first girlfriend even dumped me in the parking lot outside a showing of the film of “All the President’s Men.” (Maybe that was a bit of foreshadowing -- associating Bob Woodward with disappointment.)
By the time that movie version of Woodward and Bernstein’s reporting exploits came out in 1976, I had already made the irrevocable decision of a lifetime: To become a newspaper reporter. I’d like to tell you about the day I blurted out, “I’m going to be just like Bob Woodward someday,” except it didn't exactly happen that way.
For one thing, I’m really more of a Bernstein -- the scruffier one, the better writer but not the one with the best sources, the one who would embark on a more erratic career path. And the truth is that, for someone who loves to write, who still gets an adrenaline rush from breaking news, and occasionally test drives the latest "conspiracy theory," I didn’t really need Bob Woodward to convince me to become the ink-stained wretch that I am today.
But he and Bernstein were American heroes to me. And I very much wanted to do what they did -- to wrestle the powers that be from the bottom position, and win.
Well, at least that’s what I thought Woodward did.
Looking back, I can't tell the exact moment that I realized that Bob Woodward wasn't the crusader and role model that my generation of eager-beaver journalists so foolishly thought he was. Maybe it was when he wrote his only non-political book, "Wired" -- a John Belushi bio that had all the charisma of a World War I-era anti-pot film. Or maybe it was his 1987 CIA book "Veil," with its reeks-of-phoniness-or-worse deathbed confession by Bill Casey of his role in the Iran-Contra scandal, because "I believed."http://www.pnionline.com/dnblog/attytood/archives/002488.html------------------------- DIGBY/BLOGSPOT/HULLABALOO!I don't know why all the other reporters who were being leaked this nasty bit of business didn't write articles with that lead, but they should have. As we all know, that was the story then and it's the story now. Instead it's only after the long arm of the law reaches into the newsrooms that we find out dozens of reporters, including some of the most famous and powerful, were involved in this little episode.
It turns out that Bob Woodward, who worked hand in glove with the administration to create the hagiography of the codpiece, has known for years that the White House was engaged in a coordinated smear campaign against Joe Wilson. Indeed, he was right in the middle of it. In the beginning he may have thought that it was idle gossip, but by the time he was on Larry King defending it as such he knew damned well that it had been leaked by Rove, Libby and his own source all within a short period of time. He's been around Washington long enough to know a coordinated leak when he sees one.
Novak took the bait and dutifully regurgitated the information. Matt Cooper smelled a rat and wrote about it. It's amazing how many other journalists heard the tale and dismissed the significance or went out of their way to "protect" sources by talking about the case on television every chance they got while pretending they were uninvolved. But none pooh-poohed the story and its significance in public with quite the same fervor as Bush's friend Woody.
I had thought that Tim Russert and Andrea Mitchell were the Lawrence Olivier and Vivien Leigh of this story with their endless "speculation" about an investigation in which they had information that could clear up many of the questions they were fielding. Woody takes the cake. His has been an Oscar worthy performance to rival Meryl Streep. He chewed the scenery so many times on Larry King that he should be given a lifetime achievement award:
(Cue "Battle Hymn of the Republic")http://digbysblog.blogspot.com/
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