One of the most repugnant hypocrites in America is at it again - on the public dime, of course.
Moyers has spent the better part of his adult life trying to live down the ignominy of having been one of Lyndon Johnson’s most pliable stooges, a craven hack who fully lived up to Johnson’s vision of the loyal assistant (“I want him to kiss my ass in Macy’s window at high noon and tell me it smells like roses”). But even though he’d like to bury public memory of his sordid operations as a Johnson hit man, he did completely embrace the Johnsonian ideal of big government, and his imposture in subsequent decades as an American philosopher, cloaking a desire for the endless expansion of the Great Society hokum in a fog of pseudo-intellectual grandiosity, is one of the biggest frauds ever perpetrated on television, public or private.
“Hey, quick, before I go on the air: is there any slop clinging to my snout bristles?”
Related: Ace ponders another group of execrable, and far more dangerous, hypocrites.