I can’t really take part in it, since it’s Lent, but Christopher Taylor has up a piece on our pal, Sy Hersh, that’s worth reading for the wonderful, bloody, stop-action evisceration. The wrap-up:
Sy Hersh is riding on the reputation built almost forty years ago and is still respected despite a series of stories promising juicy details on all sorts of alleged evil and horror perpetrated by the US army and government that never seem to come through. That works if you’re a writer on HBO, but when your job is allegedly to report the facts with material support and eyewitness data, you fail.
It features a couple bits culled from the comments, by mcgruder and Sgt. Mom. Get your popcorn and read the whole thing.
I really hope that ESC research moves quickly so that Sy Hersh will get the help he needs.
farts don’t stink until sy does blink
wink wink
hersh highway shout out
monnies be gloomy
i’m acting here…i’m acting…
ahh- the pre-drugged tatum
moon
spoon
june
Dan-see my comment at Taylor’s site. It explains a lot. After forty years, I believe a lot of this stuff is projection.
tile
project …tile
pull my finger…
stick around clown…
linger
Or just the worst kind of wishful thinking.
That reminds me — isn’t it about time someone did a “Where Are They Now” on Scott Beauchamp? I’d love to know what that clown is up to these days. Probably filling his diary with apocryphal accounts of his own sneering taunts of disfigured children at Denny’s.
Whatever happened to the grand old American tradition of tarring, feathering, and runing out of town upon a rail malevolent mischieveous rapscallions, such as Sy Hersch? This unrepentent demagogue has been nibbling and nattering away at America’s troops for years. Isn’t one of the slogans of the Left along the lines of, “No truth, no justice?” If the word was made real, Hersch would be serving time in the Abu Ghraib of his most vicious imaginings.
Thanks, 3Rs. Salient reflections. There’s nothing wrong with posting them here, too, just so long as you don’t do so in multiple threads in the same blog.
Thanks Dan. Don’t worry; I’m far too lazy for that.
Funny you should mention it, Benedick.
You get one guess where this quote I just read comes from:
…old boy.
Beauchamp doesn’t matter, and he never did.
Where’s the editor now? Same chair.
Where’s the magazine now? Same hands.
Whose “pale” is still defined by it now? Same Republicans.
Where are they now? Making reservations for dinner with “Frank.”
Call me naive, but I just think assassins generally have higher professional standards than journalists.
Well, I googled it, psycho, and it was written by Mark Hemingway at NRO last November. So I think I’m missing your point.
Well this place has a post up from late February referencing Juan Cole.
Here’s the skinny: All of the chickenhawks should apologize to Beauchamp for confirming that he was largely a fabulist because one of the SGT’s in his unit, who wrote an E-Mail criticizing Beauchamp, was just court marshaled for shooting an Iraqi in the back of the head, execution style.
Don’t you see, chickenhawks! THIS PROVES THAT BEAUCHAMP WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG AND IS STILL SERVING HIS COUNTRY!
It, of course, proves no such thing other than that Beauchamp’s SGT did a bad thing but any way to grasp a tiny piece of a countervailing narrative must be PROCLAIMED.
I think it comes down to a word, Benedick.
Pals.
I’ve always thought that Pierre Salinger Syndrome should be renamed to Sy Hersh Syndrome.
Sgt Mom and mcgruder did all the heavy lifting, I just tied it up in a bow.
Ohh, and he quoted my entire memo, too – that was one of my very choicest rants, about one of the most despicable so-called reporters in modern journalism. Thanks, guys – for giving it a bit more shelf-life!
Ushie, I guess he’s a fun monkey for those who understand his whackedess, and other must believe him because they tell him things they already believe.
I mean, why would you LIE about something that’s true?
fale
BJ, someone ought to explian that court martial thingy to them.
Back in the day, I was one of Sy’s sources on the Middle East. Sy always had a doomsday machine ticking down like the McGruder image Dan Collins used. Time was running out, the world is almost ready to explode, and it’s all Bush’s fault [actually GHWB in this case]. Sy is what you might call hyperventilating while he sleeps, which is rarely, and when he’s awake, he’s on a manic streak more often than not.
Unipolar, in a 24/7 flat-out sprint.
sorry/ i just re read
what i said.,..
lets begin again…
ur wrong/ i’m right