Scott McClellan: Depends on What Your Definition of ‘Lie’ Is
Friday, November 23rd, 2007
The publishers of former White House press secretary Scott McClellan’s upcoming memoir are calling out the liberal media for taking its baby-killing spin on the book’s tantalizing press excerpt. Peter Osnos, founder and editor-in-chief of Public Affairs Books, clarified to Bloomberg News that McClellan does not claim Bush lied to him during the Valerie Plame case: “He told him something that wasn’t true, but the president didn’t know it wasn’t true… The president told him what he thought to be the case.” So we can soon expect Scott McClellan’s second memoir, When Bush Told Me He Didn’t Know He Was Lying To Me, That Too Was A Lie. [Editor & Publisher]
The publishers of former White House press secretary Scott McClellan’s upcoming memoir are calling out the liberal media for taking its baby-killing spin on the book’s tantalizing press excerpt. Peter Osnos, founder and editor-in-chief of Public Affairs Books, clarified to Bloomberg News that McClellan does not claim Bush lied to him during the Valerie Plame case: “He told him something that wasn’t true, but the president didn’t know it wasn’t true… The president told him what he thought to be the case.” So we can soon expect Scott McClellan’s second memoir, When Bush Told Me He Didn’t Know He Was Lying To Me, That Too Was A Lie. [Editor & Publisher]









Scott McClellan was the White House press secretary during a tough stretch. Let’s call it the “Golden Age of Lying,” as opposed to the “I Have Feeling Bush Is Lying” (2001-2003) and “Eh, Bush Is Lying Again, Big Whoop” (2005-present) eras that bookended his tenure. McClellan always seemed like a decent guy beneath that shiny veneer of geopolitical sin, and now he’s coming out to exonerate himself.
Reading Elisabeth Bumiller’s gossipy,
“I got the recipe from Patrick Kennedy!” “That’s really funny, Scott. Tony’s not around, is he?” [AP]
Ahem.
Having finally recovered from Prom, Chatology returned to her perch on the couch to sit through 3.5 hours of bone-grindingly obvious talking points. We’re used to butt-punishing workouts, but this is not our favorite among them. That said, a surprisingly sexy Sunday morning. ALSO: Can’t get enough of that wacky Bush impressionist? We can.