Posted on 05/21/2009 11:18:29 AM PDT by Rummyfan
Maybe if theyd covered the love child instead of a fast food foray, papers wouldnt be dying
John Edwards adultery was back in the news last week. Well, okay, back is probably not le mot juste, given that the former presidential candidates mistress cum campaign videographer wasnt exactly front-page news even in the days when he was coming a strong second in the Iowa caucuses or being tipped as a possible vice-presidential nominee. Every editor knew the rumours (i.e., plausible scenario with mountains of circumstantial evidence), but, unlike, say, Sarah Palins daughters ex-boyfriends mothers drug bust, this wasnt one of those stories you need to drop everything for.
Only when the hard-working lads at the National Enquirer doorstepped Senator Edwards in the basement stairwell of the Beverly Hilton after a post-midnight visit to his newborn love child and forced him to take cover in the mens room did the Los Angeles Times swing into action. Alas, it was to instruct its writers to make no comment on a story happening right under their own sniffy noses. The editor Tony Pierce emailed as follows:
There has been a little buzz surrounding John Edwards and his alleged affair. Because the only source has been the National Enquirer we have decided not to cover the rumors or salacious speculations. So I am asking you all not to blog about this topic until further notified.
If you have any questions or are ever in need of story ideas that would best fit your blog, please dont hesitate to ask
Keep rockin,
Tony.
Keep rockin. If only. I think we can take it as read that, if Senator Edwards were delivering his mistresss octuplets on the editors desk at the Los Angeles Times office, Tony would still insist we need a couple of corroborating sources before we can run with this thing.
While no doubt grateful for the Times efforts, by now even the adulterer had concluded it was time to fess up to his adultery. So he admitted to an affair with Rielle Hunter, but said that he only began it after his wifes cancer had gone into remission. Er, so thats okay then. And he insisted the kid isnt his. Even Oprah found that a tough one to swallow: in her interview with Elizabeth Edwards last week, she observed that there arent a lot of guys who jump on a plane to scoot off to some Hilton in the middle of the night to hold a baby that isnt theirs for 10 minutes.
Like so many of daytime TVs happy homemakers, Mrs. Edwards produced something shed prepared earlier:
Golly, then you dont know that many politicians. We do it all the time. Holding babies is what we do.
Go on, try it yourself when youre running for office. Wander into an EconoLodge at 2 a.m., and bang on the doors till you hit some obliging mom.
I met Mrs. Edwards when she was campaigning in 2004. And, compared to her oleaginous husband, she seemed very real. Operative word: seemed. Its tempting to do as Oprah didcast her as the victim. Yet she knew the truth about his affair throughout his second run for the presidency. In Iowa, Edwards pushed Hillary into third place. Had Mrs. Clinton gone on to lose New Hampshire the following week, Democrat primary voters might have concluded Edwards was the only viable alternative to Obama, and perhaps a better bet for the general election. The one-term southern senator was running on biographyson of a mill worker, happily married, stood devotedly by his wife during her cancerand, although the press were aware the biography was false, they decided their readers didnt need to know that. Its not an Edwards scandal, its a media scandal.
After Obama had been nominated and Edwards was history, a few press grandees conceded that yes, maybe there was a legitimate story there, but such a sordid tale was never going to tickle the fancy of their refined sensibilities. Oddly enough, this consideration never seems to come into play with, say, Mark Foley, the Florida Republican hounded from public life after some overly tender emails to one of the more fetching Congressional pages, or Larry Craig, the Republican senator caught playing some ill-advised footsie with an undercover cop in the Minneapolis airport mens room. Admittedly, these sex scandals are less sordid than Senator Edwards: for one thing, theres no sex in themjust some unrequited cyber-billets- doux in Foleys case, and a bit of club-footed George Michael stall-divider semaphore in Larry Craigs. British Tories at least have the consolation of the career-detonating sex scandal; Republicans have to make do with the career-detonating no-sex scandal.
Edwards is history now, and Obama is President. And the other day he and Joe Biden visited a hamburger restaurant. In the Clinton years, the 8 a.m. news bulletin on National Public Radio would invariably begin: The President travels today to [insert state here] to unveil his proposals on [insert issue here]. If youve read A Connecticut Yankee In King Arthurs Court by Mark Twain, youll recall that Hank Morgan, the eponymous time-travelling New Englander, was much taken by the Court Circular published each week in Camelot:
On Monday, the king rode in the park.
Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday
Friday,
Saturday
Sunday,
The NPR morning lead is the merest variant: on Monday, the king rode in the park to declaim his proposals on reduced emission standards. And the massed ranks of the press corps dutifully rode behind to scribble them down while trying to avoid the horseshit. But, when King Barack rode to the burger restaurant, there were no such policy implications: he didnt bring along the treasury secretary to nationalize Americas cheeseburgers or Barney Frank to cancel the busboys bonuses. He just went to have a burger and some tater tots. And not one self-respecting member of the press corps thought, Uh, do we really want to schlep across the Potomac to Virginia just to file a report on Obama eating a cheeseburger?
So off they all galloped. In 1939, President and Mrs. Roosevelt hosted King George VI and Queen Elizabeth at Hyde Park in upstate New York. Their Majesties had come down from Ottawa, accompanied by Mackenzie King, because, technically, they were visiting the U.S. in their capacity as King and Queen of Canada. Which is an arcane Commonwealth constitutional point of no interest to Americans, naturally. Instead, the point of local interest was that FDR served Their Majesties hot dogs, and much was made of the fact that this was the first time the Royal Family had ever eaten this quintessentially American delicacy. From the radio reports, it sounds like the first time for the Roosevelts, too: when Eleanor says, Your Majesty, here is your hot dog, she puts the emphasis on the dog rather than the hot, as if to distinguish it from a hot goat or hot mongoose. Appearing on the Rush Limbaugh Show last week, I made the observation that it had taken 70 years for American public life to turn up a fast-food photo op of similar absurdity, only now the media were marvelling not that a foreign king was passing among them and eating as ordinary mortals do but that their own citizen-president was. Thats not, to my mind, progress.
The blogger Mickey Kaus likes to distinguish between the news and the under-news. The news is what you get from your bland monodaily or your incontinence-pad-sponsored network news show; the under-news is whats bubbling out there on the Internet. I can see why Obama, Edwards and others value the king-rode-in-the-park model. But its not clear whats in it for Americas failing newspapers. If youre conservative, you dont read them because theyre biased. If youre an informed leftie, you dont read them because they dont have the gleeful partisan brio of the Daily Kos or the Huffington Post. And, if youre apolitical, you dont read them because theyre just incredibly boring.
Throughout the d90s, from O.J. to Monica, the ethics bores of Americas journalism schools bemoaned at the drop of a New York Times commission the medias descent into tabloidization. A decade on, American newspapers are dying. Really dying, I mean; not just having a spot of difficulty negotiating the transition from one distribution system to another, which is the problem faced by British, Australian, Canadian and other newspaper markets. But better to be the dead parrots cage liner, than the actual parrot. Which would you say was more responsible for the death of American newspapering? The descent into tabloidization? Or the dreary monarchical deference of American liberalisms insipid J-school courtiers? The king rode in the park. He was riding his videographer in the shrubbery, but you dont need to know that.
Keep rockin, Tony Pierce advises his writers. Why not start rockin? Tony sounds such a cool guy, he knows all the hepcat lingo. What a shame his newspaper isnt as groovily written as his memos. Which may be why the Los Angeles Times parent company has had to file for bankruptcy protection. If this crates a-rockin, its because Tony and his chums drove it over a cliff and its bouncin on the way down.
Steyn is priceless!
Steyn is an amazing and hilarious writer.
“as if to distinguish it from a hot goat or hot mongoose.”
“a bit of club-footed George Michael stall-divider semaphore in Larry Craigs”
“they dont have the gleeful partisan brio of the Daily Kos”
Ha ha ha.
Those rockin' hipsters at the LA Times deserve to go under - that they would skip an important story about a man who could have been President - and run with something about a child IS AN OUTRAGE.
I don't even think reporters could come up with a plausible excuse for why one story was covered and the other one wasn't.
I wasn’t much of a Steyn fan until the last few months, but now he is one of my favorites to read (perhaps THE favorite). Conversely, I sheepishly will admit to enjoying the Daily Show (via internet broadcasts) UNTIL a few months ago. Now I can’t stand it - it is basically a fellatio festival for Oba’Messiah combined with nightly show trials for the emasculated, powerless political opposition.
I just don’t like reading nor watching government bootlick I guess, regardless of the particular government boot being licked.
If the vans a rockin, don’t come a knockin....
ping for later
Nice home page!
If it weren’t for the fact that Elizabeth Edwards underwent treatment for cancer, Pretty Boy’s affair would have received even less coverage from the Ministry of Truth than the miniscule amount it did get.
Defined: The right word(s) for it.
Steyn is a true treasure!
Thanks.
If I was President, I'd hire him to be my speechwriter.
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