http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/05158/516835.stm<snip>
All this talk about Deep Throat has made me nostalgic for investigative journalism that gives a damn. But I'm also torn by a desire to know what shouldn't be discussed in polite company.
Granted, the Downing Street Memo, a British government document that suggests President Bush had made up his mind about the war in Iraq months before it was launched, is more important than what Michael Jackson will wear to prison if he's convicted, but you wouldn't know it from the media coverage. And let's face it, most readers don't care a whit about government intrigue if it doesn't involve a White House intern and thongs. Runaway brides, Scientology obsessed movie stars and missing girls in Aruba trump a possible nuclear conflict with North Korea any day.
What? Russell Crowe was arrested for clocking a New York hotel worker in the face with a phone because he couldn't get a line to Australia? That's more interesting than learning how Homeland Security became another Washington porkfest. Sure, Iraq was foisted on us by a cabal of war profiteers and oil men, but we'll be alright as long as we keep the recruiters from snatching our kids in broad daylight. How 'bout that Brad and Angelina?
Deep Throat, if you're out there please save us. And don't forget your rain coat.