[Note: The following is a post based in part on a story that only lasted a few hours. In retrospect, all my analysis of Woodward and Bernstein’s reticence is besides the point now, and all my frothing accusations are… unecessary. Possibly “unkind,” or perhaps even “wrong.”

I’m going to leave the post up, though. Partly because I don’t have the resources to stonewall this thing. But mostly because I believe in my deepest heart of hearts that one should never violate the sanctity of a cheap oral sex joke.]

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The notorious “Deep Throat” has revealed himself. Or perhaps he hasn’t. As I write this, the only thing that’s clear is that this flurry of press is sure to provoke an outcry from thousands of honest, hard-working Americans who aren’t looking for photos of a 91 year-old retired FBI official when they Google the phrase.

Somewhat bizarrely, both Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein are refusing to confirm former FBI #2 W. Mark Felt’s confession, saying that they’re sticking to their solemn vow not to reveal Deep Throat’s true identity until he’s dead. Why stick to this pledge when the man himself has outed himself? There are a few intriguing possibilities:

1) Felt isn’t Deep Throat! The famously reticent ex-G-Man has become a hopeless publicity hound in his dotage, and he’s making this up in the hopes of landing his own reality TV series.

2) Woodward and Bernstein are Dicks! The iconic scoopers are so peeved at being scooped by Vanity Fair that they’re grabbing a page from their former targets’ playbook and stonewalling the story. They’ve doubtless already finished their tell-all book and were planning its publication for 25 minutes after Felt’s death, and this story more or less consigns the book to the remainders bin.

3) There’s more than one Deep Throat!
Woodward and Bernstein have always said that Deep Throat was a single individual, but it turns out they were sheltering multiple moles. This seems quite possible, but as it’s the least interesting option, we shouldn’t spend a lot of time on it.

4) Woodward and Bernstein are really just sticking to their “journalistic principles.”
That’s their story at the moment, and some of the pundits I’m watching on TV right now seem to buy it. The fact that this makes absolutely no sense from a journalistic principles standpoint won’t interfere with this argument getting plenty of airtime. I’d love to have heard the phone conversation wherein Mr. Felt begged Bob Woodward to corroborate his confession and was told “Nope, sorry. Not until you’re dead. Rules are rules.”

I’m betting on option #2.

Watergate seems so quaint nowadays, as I’m sure I’m not the first to point out. We live in an era where our nation re-elects a President who led us to war under false pretenses. We live in an era where impeachment only comes into play if the “Deep Throat” in question refers to Linda Lovelace’s much-Googled talent. We don’t mind lies and cheating anymore, because we’re savvy enough to know that Everybody Does It. We know that the intricacies of governance are so complex and dirty these days that the full truth is Too Much For the Average Guy To Understand, as any savvy insider on any barstool in Armerica will cheerfully tell you. We’re in the know, and we know that even if we knew what we don’t know we wouldn’t know what knowing the new knowledge really meant.

We didn’t learn from Watergate, our government did. Revelations twice as damning as Deep Throat’s mutterings emerge daily in black-and-white declassified memos, and they’re fodder for the spin machines rather than public outrage. Whether its about illegal arms dealing or shady electoral shenanigans or the bait-and-switch of the present war, today’s scoops are only fuel for yet another round of “Did Not / Did Too / Well Even If He Did, We All Know That That’s How It Works Nowadays.” The only real ways that our government could have protected itself against another Watergate was to either clean up its act or systematically undermine the power, influence and perceived trustworthiness of the press. Hmmm…

And we’ve helped ‘em do it, gladly participating in the tearing down of the fourth estate for short-term gains. Fans of cosmic irony will note that the legacy of Washington’s Deep Throat is much more closely related to the film he was capriciously named for: We suck. They can make us swallow anything now, because we’ve suppressed our gag reflex.

We’ve blown it.

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[Update: Bob Woodward has confirmed that Felt is “Deep Throat.” Kudos to him. His initial impulse proved to be far too ridiculous to maintain, plus he was missing out on countless hours of TV time while other people spilled the beans on his story. I’d lay cash money that he’s in a speeding limo heading towards a studio even as I type…]