The LA TIMES hailed Mayhill Flower - an over-the-hill self-proclaimed writer cum sh** disturber - as an outright "media revolution" in the morning paper.
In the tabloid-style piece, James Rainey argued that the so-called roving web "journalist" (I use the term very loosely) had a big one up on pundits and newsies like Tim Russert, Katie Couric and Larry King in recent days because she allegedly won the contest for nabbing the most provocative presidential quotes to date.
Bullsh**!
One of the quotes Mr. Rainey was referring to was an eyebrow raising comment uttered by Clinton - which she caught on video - in response to a question about the upcoming Vanity Fair article in which Todd Purdum disparaged the former president.
When you read the article - and are made privy to the machinations of Ms. Fowler leading up to the event - then it's quite obvious to any fifth-grader that the back-stabbing bottle-blond is "no journalist". In fact, she's not even a cut above an ambulance-chasing attorney, a private dick hiding outside Motels scrambling for the dicey goods on cheating husbands, or even the handful of tabloid writers who invent scintillating tidbits to titillate the nation at supermarket stands each week.
With a bit of gleeful cluck, Ms. Fowler attributed the big "scoop" to persistence, serendipity and the flouting of old rules of mainstream journalism.
Forget about the serendipity, there was nothing the least bit magical about the moment.
As to the flouting and persistence - yup - the two culminated in sleaze-ball conduct that ranks her right up there with the Nixon-era gang who "rat-fu**ed enemies of "dirty dick".
In contrast, she proudly boasts about her own slimy maneuverings.
"Of course, he had no idea I was a journalist," she chirped on the telephone to the reporter who was all ears. (I had no idea either)
"He just thought we were all average ordinary Americans who had come out to see him. And, of course, in one sense, that is what I am."
Whoa, Nellie!
You call an ambushing smut-chaser an average ordinary American?
Not content to let Clinton just twist in the wind in the aftermath she was inclined to stir up the intrigue a bit.
With dime-store-novel flair she confessed to the reporter that originally she intended to slip Bill her business card (Yeah, guess she figured he goes for older tail, too) with the hope of landing an - um - interview.
Darn it all - during a hot flash or something - she dropped the little name plate on the crowded rally floor - so what was Nancy Drew to do?
"I managed a handshake, but my mind went blank," she wistfully recalled of the moment that brought the moth close to flame.
"I missed my moment," she ruefully recalled to Rainey.
Yeah, at that juncture, she must have been just about p**ing her pants.
But, as fate would have it (Rainey himself was quick on the uptake and managed to piece the end scenario together on the fly) "...ever the ebullient retail politician, (Bill) reached out a second time."
Eureka! The Gods were smiling down on her, no doubt!
Now the female primal call for self-preservation was thrown into high gear as she scrambled for a scratch - an itty-bitty scrap of something - to snatch her back from the jaws of oblivion.
Yes - the Vanity Fair accusations that Bill dirtied his legacy by running with unsavory friends and business associates - would do the trick.
The hungry tigress leapt towards her prey.
"Mr. President, what do you think about the hatchet job somebody did on you in Vanity Fair?"
Ironic, in view of the fact she was just about to heave-ho the old axe herself into Bill's back.
When he responded with his infamous comments - "slimy, dishonest" - she videotaped it knowing full-well what she intended to do with the footage as she innocently gazed intently into his eyes.
She's a real piece of work, eh?
Ms. Fowler, sorry to burst your bubble, but -
You're supposed to be reporting the news, not creating it, fool!
No wonder celebrities, politicians and other luminaries in the public eye are wary of the media.
In sum, the premeditated efforts by scumbags like Fowler to launch an assault to assassinate character, underscore that she - and others like her - are nothing short of stalkers and slashers out for a merciless kill.
You're not a journalist, Ms. Fowler, you're a menace to the community at large.
It must be an ugly sight when you look at yourself in the mirror in the morning.
As to the LA TIMES?
Well, they should be ashamed for glorifying such disreputable unethical conduct.
No wonder the daily has lost its luster in recent days.
But, it makes a great liner for the kitty litter box.
Meow!
Bill is irresistible, after all...