Dispatches From the Front Lines of the Culture War
Joel Achenbach has rather accurately described Turd Blossom’s defense (“Okay, so I leaked the fact that ‘Ambassador Wilson’s wife’ was an undercover CIA agent, but I didn’t technically say her actual name...”) as “the Rove version of ‘I didn’t inhale.’”
Well, except for the fact that Bubba’s little evasion wasn’t an attempt to cover up potentially treasonous behavior...
William R. Coughlan is one of the founders of Tohubohu Productions (so even on pictures he doesn’t direct, he can squeeze in an Executive Producer credit) and in-house video producer for The Advisory Board Company. He dabbles in screenwriting, acting, 3-D animation, and writing autobiographical comments in the third person. He is also a published illustrator, has provided schematic graphics for several HBS case studies, designed the acclaimed Protégé clay poker chip line, wrote for the (now-dormant) online literary magazine Inkblots, and acts as editor for the MotherReader weblog (which is not-so-coincidentally written by his wife). He currently resides at a secret compound in Burke, Virginia, with his wife Pam and their two daughters.
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