Chuck Todd is afraid the right wing need an excuse to attack journalism:

“I am sure Ezra had good intentions when he created it, but I am
offended the right is using this as a sledgehammer against those of us
who don’t practice activist journalism.

“Journolist was
pretty offensive. Those of us who are mainstream journalists got mixed
in with journalists with an agenda. Those folks who thought they were
improving journalism are destroying the credibility of journalism.

“This has kept me up nights. I try to be fair. It’s very depressing.”

Chuckles goes on to be a whiny pussy about how he was misquoted, which is usually the response from people who realize they made themselves look like assholes but don’t want to just admit they were wrong and should have kept their fucking mouths shut. Politico does a lot of reprehensible shit, but they tend to do pretty decent stenography of morons. It’s kind of their thing.

And, you know, fuck JournoList anyway, because they wouldn’t have me as a member because I wasn’t high-class enough for their seekrit club, and also because seriously who caresthe earth is caving in. The only reason I’m mentioning this at all is to talk about the patently insane idea that without a private list-service of wankers, the right wing would be unable to tarnish the sterling credibility of American journalism.

I mean, Chuck, have you been functionally awake for the past 25 years? The right-wing has pretty much done nothing BUT attack the credibility of American journalism by lumping lunatics in with people trying to do a job, and the only pushback that’s come has come from people with an “agenda” who don’t want to see Fox News dictate what’s going to lead every local station’s 10 o’clock. You know, filthy hippies who you can’t listen to because their T-shirts are mean and one of them said something about Palestine.

Jesus H. Chupacabra Christ, I know boyfriend isn’t that much older than me, and I’ve got some damage but I’m not presently auditorally or visually hallucinating, so how can his concept of reality not even come close to that which exists for the rest of us?

The right wing doesn’t need ammo. The right wing doesn’t need excuses. The right wing doesn’t need an engraved invitation and a party hat and a noisemaker and a ride to the train station to get on the express to Fuckjournalismville. They’ve been living there for years, and while you tried to make nice with the new crazy neighbors and turn the music down every time they asked, they were cutting your gas lines and releasing gophers in your yard.

I mean, come on. Suddenly we don’t want to give them an excuse to be mean?

A.