In May of 2009, Barack Obama made a “joke” at White House Correspondents Dinner. He said about those in attendance:
“Most of you covered me (pause)… All of you voted for me.”
Mildly amusing if it weren’t true.
Not only do they vote for Obama, they are allied with Obama. They are his public relations people. They protect him. They defend him. In turn, he makes them giddy and tingle.
Chrissie Matthews tingles whenever he even thinks of Obama:
I have to tell you, you know, it’s part of reporting this case, this election, the feeling most people get when they hear Barack Obama’s speech. My, I felt this thrill going up my leg. I mean, I don’t have that too often.
Richard Wolffe was so painfully obvious an Obama sycophant that even Politico noticed.
“Richard Wolffe was doing PR for Barack Obama throughout the campaign,” said Michael Goldfarb, a former aide to John McCain and a writer for the conservative Weekly Standard. “At least now, with the new book and the new job, he’s dropped even the pretense of being a journalist.”
Comments like these suggest Wolffe could become a flashpoint in the larger debate over whether journalists are too enamored with Obama’s biography and personal style, and not being sufficiently skeptical of his grand policy plans.
In the first Republican presidential debate the very first question out of the mouth of George Stephanopoulos was:
Senator Santorum has been very clear in his belief that the Supreme Court was wrong when it decided that a right to privacy was embedded in the Constitution. And, following from that, he believes that states have the right to ban contraception. Now, I should add that he’s said that he’s not recommending that states do that. But I do want to get that core question. Governor Romney, do you believe that states have the right to ban contraception? Or is that trumped by a constitutional right to privacy?
It was obviously designed to direct the debate away from Obama’s record and was the opening salvo in the “Kill Romney” war.
CNN political corespondent Tom Foreman revealed that he had written a letter to Barack Obama every single day of Obama’s first term.
Inauguration Day will signal the culmination of an effort I launched on January 20, 2009, to write a letter to the White House every single day of Barack Obama’s first term.
And I do mean every day. Weekends, holidays, when he was on vacation, and when I was on vacation. I wrote in my office, at home, in moving airplanes, cars, trains and even while running through the woods. I wrote early in the morning, in the middle of the day and late at night.
I wrote about things that were important, like unemployment, Afghanistan and women’s rights. I also wrote about things that were trivial, like sports, favorite foods and my yearly battle with Christmas lights.
The tally: 1,460 letters, well over a half-million words, or enough to fill about seven novels. Laid out as one line of text, these letters would stretch almost 3½ miles or considerably longer than the inaugural parade route.
Numerous alleged news outlets refer to Obama as “God”
And this obsequiousness continues unabated. CBS political director John Dickerson offered Obama a game plan:
Go for the Throat! Why if he wants to transform American politics, Obama must declare war on the Republican Party.
I don’t believe I’ve ever heard of anyone on Fox News ever suggesting that the Democrat party be destroyed.
CNN’s Jim Acosta one-upped Chris Matthews with an on-air orgasm while covering the Obama inauguration parade.
“You know, I feel like I should pinch myself right now, Wolf. I can’t believe I have this vantage point of history in the making,” Acosta gushed.
“It’s good to be the President. It’s almost like being a rock star on every street corner of Washington on this day.”
Matt Hadro notes that Acosta wasn’t so gracious with Mitt Romney:
“If you were to somehow beat the first African-American president, what would you say to the black community to assure them that you would be their president also?”
Matt Hastings of BuzzFeed described the Obama rapture he thrilled at along with many other members of the press corps:
“The behavior of the assembled press corps was telling. Everyone, myself included, swooned. Swooned! Head over heels. One or two might have even lost their minds,” Hastings writes, as each reporter had a chance to speak personally with the president. “We were all, on some level, deeply obsessed with Obama, crushing hard, still a little love there. This was nerd heaven, a politico’s paradise, the subject himself moving among us — shaking our hands, slapping our shoulders!”
Hastings reveals that the president spent “over an hour” with reporters who later stayed up late buzz over every detail of the evening.
“Did this inform our reporting, did seeing the man in the flesh, in a somewhat staged and casual setting, provide new, deep, and lasting insights?” asks a reflective Hastings in his book. “Yes, I would say, but again, I’m not at liberty to share.”
WaPo is so rife with bias that even Politico noticed.
The NY Times? Laughable.
It was bound to happen- this loss of objective journalism. Barack Obama is the ultimate conflation of pop culture and politics. He is not just President. He is more than that. He is a rock star. He is the first Entertainment Tonight President.
He shouldn’t be. We regard rock stars with altogether too much adulation. America can’t wait to hear what Lindsay Lohan has to say following an arrest. Lance Armstrong grips the US when he attends confession at the Church of Oprahculate Reform. The country is obsessed with notoriety.
I had this terrible wave of dread pass through me when I saw Obama dance with Ellen Degeneres. That was the moment I knew he won the election.
Obama hangs with Oprah, Clooney, Beyonce and Jay-Z. And the artists formerly known as journalist.
Romney never had a chance.
The White House Press Corps at Obama’s Inaugural
It is a sad when you can’t distinguish the CBS Evening News from Inside Edition and Scott Pelley from Chris Jacobs. Outside of Fox News, reporters (Sheryl Atkisson excepted) have become the little girls you used to see at Beatles concerts. They scream, they cry, they faint at the nearness of their American Idol.
The press as the Fourth Estate is no more. Some have suggested they have gone the way of Pravda, but I don’t share that opinion. That would require thought. This is brain dead infatuation.