Wurlitzer Prize for Wingnuttery for the week of September 16-22

There is really no competition this week. Bill Sammon of the Washington Examiner is far and away the most slavering, simpering and definitive wingnut out there.

What did he do to have our dubious honor bestowed upon him?

Why, he was the useful idiot who asked the final question at last weeks dictation session “press conference” by the current incumbent.

The presser itself was a joke – when the names were announced the day before who would be allowed inside the impenetrable Bush-bubble, the press corps literally laughed out loud – non fellaters need not apply. Michael Barone, the fawning twit K-Lo, the embarrassing David Gregory…no danger in that crowd that the incumbent might actually be asked a challenging question. It was a pathetic display, and the other 11 in attendance were in contention – but the final question was the icing on the Wurlitzer cake…”Mr. President, what did you think of the MoveOn ad?”

This question gave the deserter in chief the opportunity to expound on the evils of the “Democrat Party.” (There is no such thing. Democrat is a noun, Democratic is an adjective.)

“I thought the ad was disgusting. I felt like the ad was an attack not only on General Petraeus, but on the U.S. military. And I was disappointed that not more leaders in the Democrat Party spoke out strongly against that kind of ad. And that leads me to come to this conclusion: that most Democrats are afraid of irritating a left-wing group like MoveOn.org — or more afraid of irritating them than they are of irritating the United States military. That was a sorry deal. It’s one thing to attack me; it’s another thing to attack somebody like General Petraeus.” Thus quothe the Deserter in Chief.

It should be pointed out that the questions posed by the ad have not been answered sufficiently, and besides that, it takes a lot of damned nerve for a deserter chickenhawk to make such claims, when on the floor of the Republican Convention in 2004, the delegates who nominated him were mocking wounded veterans with those purple heart band-aids, and the miserable hypocrite didn’t denounce them. (IOKIYAR, I guess...)

So – for excellence in Kool-Aid swilling and propaganda catapulting, as well as for perfectly defining by example the Mighty Wurlitzer in both theory and practice; we bestow our dubious honor on D.C. stenographer and useful idiot Bill Sammon of the Washington Examiner.