: I went to a dinner/talk/network thing last night that was off-the-record, which is a good thing, because I think I called Jayson Blair “a stinking pile of lying shit,” or something equally eloquent (and it had more impact after an allergic reaction to the strawberry tart occluded my throat and gave my voice the timbre of a really pissed of Harvey Fierstein).
: And, by the way, Jayson Blair is just a stinking pile of lying shit. For the record.
His interview in the Observer clinches it. He saw lying as some sport or as a waystation in his psychotherapy or, worst of all, as humor. Even in shame, he is arrogant. I look at him the way a soldier looks at a traitor, a cop looks at a crooked cop, an accountant looks at Arthur Anderson. Slime.