While my opinion of Bill O’Reilly rises and falls periodically, depending on whether I think he’s being, in his words, “a pinhead” on certain subjects, I don’t doubt his sincerity or his veracity. On the other hand, David Corn makes my skin crawl. His ability to justify the most outlandish and egregious failures of the liberal mindset is the stuff of legend. Take, for example his assaults on Senator James Inhofe (R-OK), the now Chairman of the Senate Committee on Environment. The New American quotes Corn, a rabid global warming champion, as saying “(Inhofe) slithered in and out of the cavernous media filing center, ever at the ready to speak to reporters looking for the other side quotes denigrating the [Copenhagen] proceedings, claiming that climate change was no more than a hoax, and celebrating the summit’s failure to produce a binding and comprehensive treaty.” He goes on to say, “Inhofe enjoyed skunking up the party.” This in reference to Inhofe’s (and a great many others) insistence that the science is not only still out on the “climate change” debate, but has been discredited for the fraud it is all over the world.
Now Mr. Corn has his BB guns pointed at Bill O’Reilly writing that the latter has lied about covering events in Buenos Aires during the Falklands War. The details of Corn’s claims are unnecessary here as they are entirely false, but it bears stating, Corn and socialists like him are craven to an almost unbelievable degree. You will find them hunkered down in their offices hiding behind their computer monitors typing away at their keyboards whatever comes to mind that minute out of a rage they are too cowardly to display in any other way. There is nothing more hateful than a milksop who will only put his pen on the line for what he believes, never his fortune much less his life.
David Corn is a bombastic pantywaist with a modest vocabulary and a desperate need to be relevant. If he can’t be legitimately relevant, then he will be loud, obnoxious and outrageous. It is the hallmark of a child starved for attention. He stomps and kicks, yells and screams, falls to the floor, holds his breath until he’s blue and then says, “Mommy, you don’t love me!” For people like Corn, his temper tantrums always involve attacking others since he must have someone to scourge, it is his attention-getting device which serves a dual purpose.
If you are in any way like me and millions of other boys turned men on the streets, you have certainly met guys like David Corn. Other than his immediate ilk, he was the kid everyone else scorned for being a total a-hole. He’s the kid whose mother begged other mothers to have their sons befriend him, but it was useless. Try as you might have, invariably you wanted to choke him.
David Corn is the type of man who puts no stock whatsoever in friendship, loyalty and honor. He is the kind of guy who would think nothing about putting a move on your little sister and expecting you to not only understand, but consider it a favor from someone who is better than you and yours. David Corn is also the kid you felt no compunction about beating up just because he actually believed his own myth when he was in fact so low on the ladder of your consideration he couldn’t have been more meaningless except as an annoying cricket you peremptorily squashed. The saddest part of it all is he had no clue people looked at him that way and he grew up believing precisely the opposite.
In short, David Corn is the guy who vandalizes Wikipedia by writing his own biography and occasionally tweaking it in the Brian Williams tradition. He’s the guy who takes selfies and PhotoShops them to give himself lips. He is a man who would sell out America with glee if only someone would lend him a scintilla of credibility. He is truly an awful human being.
Why is David Corn with so obscure an outlet as Mother Jones? The answer is as obvious as Bill O’Reilly in a room of little people. No one else wants him. It is the story of his life.
This entire screed is not meant to defend Bill O’Reilly, he doesn’t need me to defend him. It is a venting, a street brawl on paper so to speak with an enemy as disgusting to truth as rats are to the human race.