• About Deep Throat.

    W. Mark Felt, Hoover’s erstwhile no. 2 at the FBI, evidently got ticked at Nixon for not promoting him to chief after Hoover’s death in May of 1972. He took this little grudge and decided to act upon it, spilling the beans on President Nixon and the Watergate coverup. He said he was “the guy they called Deep Throat.” Bob Woodward and the WashPost agreed.

    When Felt passes away, will Woodward announce that Felt was, as many in the mainstream media are speculating, only a large part of a composite? Is Woodward going along to humor an old source, letting an old man feel a larger part of history than he actually was?

    Would Bob Woodward lie? That question is rhetorical, of course, as Woodward has made a career of making stuff up. He’s a walking, breathing crock.

    Does it matter who was Deep Throat? It’s probably a reporter thaang, makes them feel important. This is not from ignoring history or being generally blasé, but it’s less than meaningless to me. They’ve buried Dick Nixon, the reporters’ work is done, and Dick Nixon would have greatly admired President Clinton’s ability to conceal.

    Nudge, nudge.

  • The State of the Yankees.

    • They were off last night. As I type this, the Yanks trail the Kansas City Royals, 5-3, after 6 ½. In the top of the sixth, they could have had bases loaded with one out, but for a stupid bit of baserunning by Tony Womack.

    Boston beat Detroit earlier, and soon it will be time again to start worrying about Toronto.

    Yuck.

  • Tonght’s music.

    • Before the game, I listened to Concerto en Moto Galante, by Joaquin Rodrigo. He was a 20th century Spanish composer, and what is it with the guitar? Wonderful.

  • Irony.

    • I bought a new keyboard yesterday. It has the symbol for the Euro — € — over the Num key. I would not give €0.02 for that 500 page constitution.