A brilliant piece by Matt Taibbi on the common species otherwise known as the political journalist:
Your average political reporter is a spineless dweeb who went to all
the best schools and made it to that privileged seat inside the
campaign-trail ropeline by being keenly sensitive to the editorial
wishes of his social and professional superiors.
When their bosses were for the war, they were for the war, and they
battered any candidate who was “weak on foreign policy.” When the
political winds shifted four years later and the consensus inside the
Beltway suddenly was that Iraq had been a hideous mistake, the
campaign-trail reporters mysteriously started sounding like Sixties
peaceniks on the plane and they hammered Hillary for refusing to admit
her error on the Iraq vote (none of these pundits had to admit their mistake on the same question, but whatever), clearing the way for Obama.