MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 19, 2016
Sunday, bloody Sunday: We knew Kellyanne Fitzpatrick the tiniest tad back in the 1990s.
Today she's Kellyanne Conway. Yesterday, she massacred Chuck Todd on Meet the Press.
Based on clips from other shows, it seems it was one of the bloodiest Sundays, journalism-wise, since the advent of the Sunday shows back at the dawn of time. But at any rate, when Kellyanne met Chuck, the result was unvarnished slaughter.
We'll plan to discuss the encounter tomorrow. A generous person might want to say that our seven- and eight-figure corporate broadcasters have never dealt with this level of dissembling and misdirection before and for that reason haven't developed the requisite skills. But journalistic culture took a very deep dive on that particular program.
By the way:
In this piece for The Atlantic, Peter Beinart arrives at the scene of the crime some sixteen to twenty years late. The modus operandi for careerists seems rather clear in his piece:
Say nothing about the New York Times—until such time as you have something good to say.