The New York Times has humiliated itself once again with yesterday's Parkinson's antics. (And the White House press corps didn't distinguish itself, either, but that's a subject for another blog post.)
Walter Reed neurologist Kevin Cannard is a member of the team of specialists who have taken part in Joe Biden's annual physicals for the last three years. As important, he's also a clinical consultant to the White House Medical Unit (WHMU), which serves hundreds of people — including many members of the military assigned to active-duty White House operations — and not, by any means, just the President.
(We cats have special insight into this basic fact about WHMU because once, back in the day, our human sneezed at his desk in the Old Executive Office Building and soon found himself in Admiral William Lukash's office with a hernia diagnosis. But we digress.)
Dr. Cannard has served in this capacity since around 2012, which means he has come and gone from the White House many times. How ironic that in their irresponsible speculation about Parkinson's, the Times writers didn't cross-check the very visitor logs that served as the source of their reporting to see if President Biden was even in town during each of the doctor's visits since 2021. (Spoiler alert: He wasn't.)
This whole sorry episode is also a reminder that the media never kicked up much of a fuss about Benedict Donald refusing to make visitor logs available to them at all. In short, it's infuriating.
What to do about the Times? Do they understand how awful they've become? In 2003, they printed fake news that helped Bush-Cheney lie the United States into the Iraq war. In 2016, they pounded relentlessly on Hillary Clinton about her emails and let Benedict Donald go scot-free. And now, they're making up stories about Joe Biden when the country is standing on the precipice of autocracy. For us cats, who have read this paper since very early in our nine lives, it's a difficult question.
We've already canceled our print subscription, but that was because of delivery problems. There may come a time when we give up on them digitally, too. Hello, Philadelphia Inquirer? We cats HISS.
(IMAGE: The exquisite Edward Fox, who had French President Charles DeGaulle in his sights in this classic assassination thriller from 1973. Spoiler alert #2: Fox dies. DeGaulle lives.)
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