DANA PRIEST: 'Eggs Benedict,' please

Anybody ever try to tell you that the Pulitzer Prize was named after Alfred Pulitzer, the inventor of dynamite journalism? Ha! There's one born every minute, isn't there?

Of course, as everybody should know, it was actually named after Abdul Pulitzer, the inventor of the Dynamite Sporting Vest and Ronco EZ-Decapitator. That's why every year Pulitzer Prizes are given out to patriotic Americans like Dana "Judas" Priest and James "Royalties Not Loyalties" Risen who have done the most to further the understanding of the evils of American foreign policy and the virtues of foreign insurgents and freedom fighters in the Middle East.

But seriously, folks, we can understand, sort of, why Dana Priest isn't sitting on death row along with (we hope) Zacarias Moussaweenie and his ilk. Mainstream mediocracy journalistas are apparently exempt from most of the laws affecting the rest of us lesser mortals in such areas as national security, treason, sedition, accuracy and normal human decency. But, geez Louise, a freakin' Poolitzer Prize?

Why, at the very stinkin' least, she should share the fate of her co-conspirator, Mary McCarthy, the former high-ranking CIA operative and Clinton-Kerry loyalist who sold her country down the river for a cheap shot at Bush and is now presumably selling pencils—or, more likely, book rights—on some street corner. But Dana "Judas" Priest is lauded with the highest plaudits as a freedom fight- . . . er, courageous journalist.

Oh, the boundless hypocrisy of the mainstream mediocracy, which weeps and wails and gnashes its teeth when it thinks someone in the Bush administration may have leaked classified information. But when the Birkenstock is on the other foot and the leaks help the terrorists make America look bad—well, that's another story.

But, wait. It gets better. It looks almost like this entire affair could be the press' own dirty little Watergate. It all depends on how much can be gleaned about the relationships of a tawdry cast of characters including Mary McCarthy, Judas Priest, her husband William Goodfellow and an outfit called the Center for International Policy.

The plot, as they say, thickens.