Which brings us to that gray imminence of Washington insider gossip columnism. Some believe that “Chicago Bob” Novak inherited J. Edgar Hoover’s files on every major figure in capital society: political and popular. Others claim he does his own research, sifting through the septic systems of D.C. for items to keep his five-decade career as an apologist for fascism alive. His literary legerdemain gave us the purposeful outing of a woman whose long CIA career was destroyed by his revelation of her identity, as revenge for her husband’s public refutation of the president’s claims of an Iraqi nuclear threat in his ’03 State of the Union speech.
Despite the self-evident fact that it was Novak who published the information in his syndicated column — triggering a Justice Department investigation and a grand jury, under whose auspices professional reporters for major media were ordered to divulge their sources on pain of jail — “Old Bob” remained on the streets with no charges, while Judy Miller languished in “durance vile” for refusing to name her inside sources at the executive mansion.
Miller, despite her martyrdom for First Amendment freedom of the press to protect informants, was something of a piece of work herself. In the White House propaganda campaign leading to war in Iraq, Miller, of the New York Times, carried water for the warmonger wing. She detailed secret intel on aluminum tubes that “could only be used for nuclear processing,” and other WMD details that could only have come from inside the Bush bunkers. Her front-page exclusives helped drive the neo-con claims that war was necessary to defend against what turned out to be imaginary threats. There are indicators that she hid her White House sources more for protection of their identities than any principle of source secrecy. It turns out that Karl Rove and “Scooter” Libby were spoon-feeding her, forcing one to ask how many other “planted” agents of the administration are out there, molding public opinion under the pretense of semi-objective reporting as professionals? We recognize that the media are whores, as the saying goes, but who are the pimps?
“Travus T. Hipp” is a 40-year veteran radio commentator with six stations in California carrying his daily version of the news and opinions. “The Poor Hippy’s Paul Harvey,” Travus is a member of the Nevada Broadcasters Hall of Fame, but unemployable in the Silver State due to his eclectic political views.