
Michael Wolff, who recently profiled McClellan for Vanity Fair, said the spokesman's appointment showed "a certain amount of contempt for the press on the part of the White House. . . . It was a comedy, a farce, actually. He could not do the job, bottom line. He came out every day and he couldn't talk through a sentence."
No free pass out of town for Puffy McMoonface.
You know McClellan always reminded me of a human Weeble. You know the song; "Weebles, wobble but they don't fall down."
No matter how hard the press hit him Scotty just bounced up and tried it again. You have to admire that in a man who must have hated every single day that he had this job.
"Let's see what should I do today? Kill myself? Or talk to the press? Kill myself...talk to the press? Talk to the press...kill myself? Oh fuck it! I will just go talk to the press. I can always kill myself tomorrow."
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