Late

Last night, I stayed up "past my bedtime" to watch Charlie Rose's interview of David Remnick, the editor of The New Yorker. It began with a discussion of the recent controversial cover parody, which, apparently, was clearly understood by the elite liberals who regularly read the magazine, and wasn't intended for the hoi polloi, who couldn't possibly understand that it was a criticism of the "lies" being told about Barack Obama. Then, Remnick made sport of President Bush, with no mention of the lies that have been told about him.

I don't read The New Yorker, and now I know why. Editor Remnick, on this, the occasion of his tenth anniversary, pointed with pride to several muckraking articles he had printed. Ever since Woodward and Bernstein turned a foolish, politically motivated, attempted break-in into a cause celebre, American "journalists" have been frantically searching for any bit of scandal that can make them famous. Remnick apparently publishes them, in the hope that some of the glitter of their potential Pulitzers will rub off on him.