Credibility Problems at the Washington Post: Blogger Fabricates Content of Reza Kahlili Speech on Iran
Well, ahem, “a middle east expert,” my Mother was a Psychologist with a Psy.D and both my Grandparents were Psychiatrists. That gives me the right to offer a classic “armchair analysis” of you as follows.
That anyone and I mean anyone who has the laughable audacity and self-puffery required to label themselves in public no less as (sotto voice) “a middle east expert” is most certainly not a “middle east expert.” Indeed, it’s getting tiring to type out your elongated title, Mr.”middle east expert” (we’ll overlook lack of proper capitalization), so heretofore I willl refer to you as MEE — which, more or less sum
Yes MEE, we can see that you think very very highly of yourself — you make sure to tell us this in your moniker. We all, I am sure, appreciate you tipping us off that the remainder of what you have to say can be totally disregarded because you soil any interesting strands of information that may exist in the detritus of you comment by the use of such a… well, titillating name.
It bring to mind the scene in Entebee — that’s a city in Uganda MEE where Jews were taken hostage and a gentleman quite similar to yourself, a bombastic fool named “Idi Amin Dada” swaggered about while guns were pointed at the heads of his “Jewish guests.” Actually, like you, Idi Amin Dada did not use his real name either. Rather he demanded that all refer to him as:
His Excellency, President for Life, Field Marshal Al Hadji Doctor Idi Amin Dada, VC, DSO, MC, Conqueror of the British Empire in Africa in General and Uganda in Particular.
At one point while he swaggered about, as you similarly do in your very choice of a name, an elderly woman attempted to ask him a question. Leaving out only a single word in his long and grand moniker (kinda like yours), he quickly corrected her as to the “proper” title of a man such as himself.
So again, I sincerely want to thank you for alerting all of us to the particular personality disorder from which you clearly suffer — one which compels you to write a comment, and expect to be taken seriously despite your signing it… (Kettle Drums and the opening notes from Copeland’s Fanfare for the Common Man are heard… and in a deep, resonating and echo-filled voice): a middle east expert (Cymbal crash)!
