Dweebs, Dorks, and Doofuses #11

Fred Hiatt

New Plaque Unveiled in the Gang of 500 

Clubhouse

If Jennifer Rubin disappeared entirely from

the environs of the Washington Post, would

anyone, except Fred Hiatt, notice?

"When I wrote The Day Freedom Died, I was on the side of 

the underdog.  But working for Fred Hiatt at the Washington

Post has sure cured me of that delusion."

The Incredible Shrinking Fred Hiatt

Nestlé USA Announces Voluntary Recall of Goobers

Because of Potential Fred Hiatt Contamination

Dead Tree Scrolls #1
"The editors of the Washington Post in the abode of the

gods of knowledge fall down before Marcus Brauchli, and

the cherubim utter blessings. And as they rise up, there is

the divine small voice of Fred Hiatt as he folds his wings

and bows before Neocon, the God of All the Explosions."

"Nice kitty," said Hiatt the Village Mouse.

"Watch out for Logical Fallacy #12! It's called

'Washington Post Hoc Ergo Propter Hoc', and

it's Fred Hiatt's favorite!"

"Fred Hiatt, if you weren't so full of shit,
I would eat you alive."

Should've Been Separated at Birth
(But Weren't)

Fred Hiatt always got that 'Lonesome Jones' look right

after he had hired someone 'very smart and very

plugged in', like Bill Kristol, to enhance the diversity

of the Washington Post editorial page.

Lair of the 'Bomb Iran Crazy'

Asks Fred Hiatt, editorial page editor of the Washington Post,

"Why is it only now that the disturbing story of the Bush

administration's willingness to override the legal advice of its

own Justice Department is emerging?" Why, Fred? Because

it's difficult to see what's going on when you're always in

President Bush's back pocket.

Fred Hiatt is the editorial page editor of the

Washington Post. This means he has opinions on

everything under the sun and he expects everyone

to take them very seriously. When they don't, Fred

gets this mournful look, as you see here.

Donald Graham, CEO and Chairman of the Board

of The Washington Post, is the power behind the

Drone (Fred Hiatt), the Crone (Debbie Howell),

and the Prone (Jim Brady).

Fred Hiatt looks colorless in this

picture, but not because it's a

black-and-white photograph. It's

because the object of his affection

has changed his complexion. And

that object is total mediocrity.

Asked if he thought editorial cartoons were funny,

Mr. Hiatt didn't even smile.