The shameless hackery of Bob Woodward

By Michael J.W. Stickings

With the release of those e-mails, along with his appearance on Hannity, on top of his ridiculous attack on President Obama, not to mention his long history of brutally inept analysis, Bob Woodward has exposed himself, to the extent that he wasn't exposed already, as a fucking idiot and shameless Beltway hack.

Once upon a time, he exposed the malfeasance of a president, and it was riveting, and made history, and cemented his legacy as a great reporter. But most of his career, cruising off Watergate, has been spent sticking his moist finger in the air to see which way the wind is blowing, writing hero-worshipping appraisals of "great men" like Alan Greenspan, and using his reputation to scare enough insiders to pass along inside information to publish book after book of supposedly great reporting.

But enough already. He's a joke. (Is it really any wonder he was a frequent Larry King guest?) I still love All the President's Men (one of my favorite movies), and it's still pretty amazing what happened with Bernstein and Bradlee and Deep Throat and Nixon, but his credibility, to the extent that he had much left anyway, is done.