Posted by
netfotoj on Thursday, May 29, 2008 6:14:24 PM
Imagine, John Lennon style, if Scott McClellan had written “
what really happened” during his tour as chief press flack in the White House.
Imagine a political and intellectual flyweight in the outer circle of a Texas governor who gets elected President, who gets invited to take on a job far beyond his feeble talents in the White House, solely because he’s known by the new President, who is loyal to friends and acquaintances.
Imagine the flyweight getting promoted even further beyond his level of incompetence to become chief press flack for the President, who loyally stands behind him for three years while the flack demonstrates daily to the world that he’s not up to the task he’s given.
Imagine the flack finally being gracefully shown the door while the President pats him on the back and chats about rocking-chair remembrances.
Then imagine the flack writing a book that tells “what really happened” during his undistinguished tour in the White House. Sorry, no takers.
So it’s not difficult to imagine why the flack wrote another book, one called “What Happened” in his imagination instead of what really happened. It's also easy to imagine Scott actually told the truth when he admitted the publisher "tweaked" his book just a wee bit.
And it’s not difficult to imagine why he "wrote" what he did, being unemployed with George Soros' publisher offering him big bucks to dish dirt on “Bushitler.”
But it is difficult to imagine anyone, friend or foe, ever trusting Scott McClellan with another job in the future. Spend your money wisely, Scott. It may well be the last paycheck you’ll ever receive in your “field” whatever that was. Of course, you can try a new field. “Welcome to Wal-Mart!”