"Deep Throat" is my homeboy
The most incredible part of today's revelation by Vanity Fair magazine that former FBI second-in-command Mark Felt was the mysterious Watergate informant "Deep Throat" is that the guy lives in Santa Rosa, the next town up the road.
I suppose this is what's meant by the old adage, "Better Felt than told."
Felt, who's now 91 and apparently in ill health (which he's entitled to be at 91), is one of several people who have been targets of speculation over the past 30 years, ever since the identity of the source who tipped Washington Post reporters Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein to the skullduggery in the Nixon White House came to be masked by the code name taken from the title of a pornographic film. Other notables whose names were floated as possible "Deep Throat" candidates were Pat Buchanan, Alexander Haig, Ben Stein, Chief Justice William Rehnquist, the first President Bush, and Diane Sawyer.
But of all the suburban gin joints in all the towns in all the world, who knew the infamous whistle-blower (no pun intended) was living next door to mine, right here in beautiful Sonoma County wine country? It fairly boggles the mind. (Is there any other part of a person that can be boggled? Hmmm...)
So now we know. I hope that after the initial fuss and furor has faded, people will let the old man live out his remaining days in peace.
Maybe even with the thanks of a grateful nation.
I suppose this is what's meant by the old adage, "Better Felt than told."
Felt, who's now 91 and apparently in ill health (which he's entitled to be at 91), is one of several people who have been targets of speculation over the past 30 years, ever since the identity of the source who tipped Washington Post reporters Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein to the skullduggery in the Nixon White House came to be masked by the code name taken from the title of a pornographic film. Other notables whose names were floated as possible "Deep Throat" candidates were Pat Buchanan, Alexander Haig, Ben Stein, Chief Justice William Rehnquist, the first President Bush, and Diane Sawyer.
But of all the suburban gin joints in all the towns in all the world, who knew the infamous whistle-blower (no pun intended) was living next door to mine, right here in beautiful Sonoma County wine country? It fairly boggles the mind. (Is there any other part of a person that can be boggled? Hmmm...)
So now we know. I hope that after the initial fuss and furor has faded, people will let the old man live out his remaining days in peace.
Maybe even with the thanks of a grateful nation.
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