Dear John

Dear John;

For some months now we have been covering your ass. We've spun good economic news into bad. We spilled gallons of ink to promote every accusation leveled against Bush/Cheney/Rice/Rumsfeld/Rove. We pushed every critic we could find front and center in our news lineup, iinterviewed every moonbat activist. We edited 9/11 Commission testimony to discredit them.We pimped the books. We latched onto Democratic talking points and allegations like happy ticks. And Abu Graihb... wrung every last drop of blood out of that miserable stone, headlined every accusation, published every photo.

We even published the fake ones.

We promoted that stupid movie from MIchael Moore and pretended he had something to say. Quoted any Hollywood High drop-out who could form sound into words. Quoted the rock stars, wept for Linda D'Arc and the Salem Chicks.

We avoided quoting your goofy wife and that deranged Al Gore. We buried the lunacy dribbling from Teddy's yapping maw.

Even when we knew we looked stupid for doing it, we did it for you, John, for us - for our common cause.

And when they started to hurt you, we timed our first news stories to boost your campaign's rebuttals of the Swift Vets. We shouted them down.

But John, when the chips were down, when the moment came to hold up to your end of the bargain, after we let you hide out, unmolested, for days ... when you finally came up for air, who did you turn to? Who did you grant that exclusive first interview to?

Jon Stewart.

A fucking comedian. With a fake news show. A cheap little media whore.
Well, John, that hurt. You betrayed us, made us look like fools.
So, remember, we're doing this because we loved you. And still do. This hurt us even more than it hurts you.

Signed,
LA Times, Washington Post, et al