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(The last four paragraphs of Cintra Wilson's I invaded the White House press corps--a seven page editorial posted today at Salon.com:
"This president cannot get up at this stage and explain this war," said Helen Thomas. "If he did, and if reporters asked at his very few press conferences -- his rare press conferences, How can you defend all the untruths that were said in the run up to the war? How can you stand there, when thousands of people are dead when we went to war under false premises?"
"Have you asked this question?" I asked.
"No. I don't have a chance, but somebody should. I want everybody to wake up, and say, Is this us?"
Thomas is right. The White House press corps needs serious help -- a rallying point, a Charlemagne, someone who could take its beaten peoples and convince them of how much they could achieve together. But seriously, there is nothing more the corps could have done, those weeks in the James S. Brady Press Briefing Room. I was there. They could have ganged up and pistol-whipped Scott's molars into glue and punctured his eardrums with his own American flag lapel pin, and they would have gotten the same sunny, bleating drivel until he was unconscious or dead. He's a damn good soldier, that McClellan. If any major player in this administration is ever kidnapped by al-Qaida and tortured for national secrets, we can only hope that it is he. Like a quality linoleum, Scott will never crack.
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