According to a reliable source—and I do have them—Katy Weymouth does not own a mansion. Furthermore, in a recent memo Katy has asked for a “review” of “recent events” at the Wash Post—most notably, one presumes, her recent offer to rent out herself, her house, and her paper to the highest bidder.
It’s a good bet that no heads will roll when the review is done. To fire anyone would be the blackest hypocrisy, because it is obvious that Katy and Post Executive Editor Marcus Brauchli were the driving forces behind the Post’s abortive effort to turn itself into the biggest whore on 15th Street.
Coincidentally, Katy has also asked Brauchli and Post Editor Milton Coleman to “codify parameters for Post newsroom participation in live events,” which I’m guessing represents desperate pushback from the Post newsroom, desperate to believe that they’re still working for a great metropolitan newspaper and not simply another greedy, grasping gullet of that hydra-headed monster of the Potomac, the bitch goddess Influence.
Well, good luck, folks. I almost canceled my subscription to the Post when the editorial page insisted on giving me columns by both Paul Wolfowitz and Charles Krauthammer demanding, basically, for Obama to invade Iran. Now I’m wondering if there’s going to be anything left for me to cancel my subscription to.
Update
The Post newsroom continues its pushback against the Weymouth Horror here. Meanwhile, the Post editorial page feels it necessary to allow William Kristol to explain why anyone who makes fun of Sarah Palin is a goddamn fairie here.
