President Receives Blowjob!

If Dan Froomkin over at the Washington Post is telling the truth, and I don't hear any squawking that he isn't, maybe this will explain the disgrace to journalism that our mainstream kneepad press has become:

About 50 members of the White House press corps accepted President Bush's invitation last night to come over to his house in Crawford, eat his food, drink his booze, hang around the pool and schmooze with him -- while promising not to tell anyone what he said afterward.

It's something of a Bush tradition, a way of saying thank you to journalists for whom an extended stay in the Crawford area is anything but a vacation.

I'd like to have a list of those fifty journalists so that they can be branded for what they are--whores. If you dine at Bush's table, drink his whiskey, and flex your gluteus maximus at his poolside, then you are no objective reporter; in fact, it's clear that you aren't even trying to be the least bit objective. These whores are as addicted to the access to power as a crackhead is to a bag 'o rock, and just as shameless at degrading themselves as any crack whore would be, except that addiction is a sickness, and these motherfuckers have a choice unimpeded by chemical addiction. They can choose to follow in the tradition of I.F. Stone and take nothing from power so that they need not worry about damaging personal relations and thus report the truth, or they can strap on the kneepads and suck Chimpie's cock all day at the "ranch."

By the way, that ain't ranch dressing dripping down your chin, you bukkake reporters. Froomkin continues with notes after the dinner.

And later, a small handful watched askance as the rest fawned over Bush, following him around in packs every time he moved.

Oh, to get my hands on a tape of that gangbang!

Anyone know the names of these two-bit slutbuckets?