There would be quite a lot less blood if car companies could hire workers who cared about their jobs.
Comment by Caged Insanity — December 11, 2012 @ 4:35 pm
After a brief stint at The Miami Herald , Carney joined Time magazine in 1989 for some OJT on spin and the art of creative editing. Then he was assigned to the Moscow Bureau, during which time the USSR disintegrated. Now he’s in Washington trying to assist in accomplishing a similar collapse there.
Carney gets off writing about US presidents for some reason, apparently finding the aura of power pervading the Oval Office and Air Force One orgasmic. He has won awards for imaginative balderdash, inventive obfuscation, and inspired embellishment.
As one of the earliest lamestream media self-professed “journalists” to take up blogging, he was heavily contaminated by left-wing twaddle merchants and harebrained conspiracy blatherers, exhibiting the talents which first caught the attention of Gaffemeister Joe Biden.
Then in January 2011, Carney became Owebama’s second WH Press Secretary, succeeding Robert Gibbs, America’s answer to Baghdad Bob.
He now meets with writers and coaches daily, often as many as five times a day, to memorize mantra and practice deflecting direct questions from genuine reporters who have snuk into the tent while he wasn’t looking.
He and Barry share a few tokes, a laugh or two at the expense of leading Republicans, and agree on which topics he will lie about, which he will spin, and which he will ridicule. He is, of course, most aptly named to serve in the role of carnival barker for a rip-off booth at a county fair, or perhaps more fitting, one of those sleazy guys who hang around outside bars in red-light districts to convince customers to venture into dens of iniquity to be victimized by the oldest and second-oldest professions.