The Spin Song of Josh Micah Marshall

LET us go then, you and I,
When Josh Marshall is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted lies,
Marshall's muttering sighs
Of inside baseball in one-post cheap shots
And strawman arguments out of piss-pots:
Blather that poses like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to a conscious falsehood ...
Oh, do not ask, ' What is it? '
Let us go and make our visit.

If you like relentless eviscerations of the now discredited gasbag Josh Marshall, you will love the swift and sharp job done to this tool by THE BELGRAVIA DISPATCH in The TPM Defense: "Splainin" or Spinning?

If Marshall had any sense of self or honor, he'd just lie down until these deep incisions healed, but he won't. He'll be back at his stand bobbing like the drinking bird over the glass.

Alas, poor Josh, he really doesn't have any choice but to keep on coredumping the spin into his page. Once you've committed to the big lie, there's no going back, there's only the making of the big lie bigger. If he turned towards writing the truth, he'd not only be out of a job, Joe Conason would dump him.

Posted by Vanderleun at July 12, 2004 11:58 AM