Clearing Deep Throat

Although the MSM is attempting to whip up interest in it, I notice a certain flatness of reaction around the Blogsphere over the revelation of the identity of Deep Throat. So he turns out to be a senior FBI guy with an axe to grind because Nixon didn't give him Hoover's job. Big deal. This is what we've waited thirty-odd years to find out? I tell you truly that in this life, real pleasure almost always lies in anticipation. The actual pay-off usually is an anti-climax. It isn't really anybody's fault. That's just the way things are.

But sometimes you just have to fight back. And in this case, I, for one, am not going to stand for being robbed of my simple pleasures. In that spirit, I o-fficially state here and now that I don't believe Felt is the real deal. It's perfectly obvious that he's just some old guy who's using some extremely compromising photographs of Woodward and Bernstein at a Cub Scout Jamboree back in '79 to grab 15 minutes of fame (and some bucks for his kids) before he kicks off.

No, I'm going to continue to Believe what I have Believed for many, many years, and what no amount of "evidence" to the contrary can shake. By dissassociating my belief from pettyfogging reality, I can continue to enjoy the simple pleasure of perpetual anticipation, while the rest of you Sad Sacks sit there, surrounded by Christmas ribbons and wrapping paper, but once again without a pony.

And what is my Belief? That the True Identity of Deep Throat is.......