Where's the NYT? Hiding Behind Pinch's Skirts?

The Washington Post manfully owns up to its ridiculous role in the preposterous crime known as the Plame Affair, where a creepy socialite named Wilson alleged he was the victim of a WH cabal and otherwise vaulted himself onto Vanity Fair's cover and into liberal darlinghood, like other discredited southpaw showmen going back to Walter Duranty, the NYT star Pulitzer Prize reporter whose love for the since discredited Stalin used to garner liberal darlinghood credits galore. Here is the Post's mea culpa:

Nevertheless, it now appears that the person most responsible for the end of Ms. Plame's CIA career is Mr. Wilson. Mr. Wilson chose to go public with an explosive charge, claiming -- falsely, as it turned out -- that he had debunked reports of Iraqi uranium-shopping in Niger and that his report had circulated to senior administration officials. He ought to have expected that both those officials and journalists such as Mr. Novak would ask why a retired ambassador would have been sent on such a mission and that the answer would point to his wife. He diverted responsibility from himself and his false charges by claiming that President Bush's closest aides had engaged in an illegal conspiracy. It's unfortunate that so many people took him seriously.

Like the former "paper of record" called the NYT.

Like prevaricators on the leftist media front from Jason Leopold of the hilariously misnamed "Truthout" to Vanity Fair Hollyweirdo Wolfe ["greatest scandal of the century"] all the way to the lying liars at AirAmerica, the New York Times again stands victim of its own self-absorbed preening. Tom Maguire asks the same question and notes how many WaPo reporters, including Bob Woodward's "eerily prescient" observation that it would be sourced to "gossip," actually didn't buy into a full pitcher of Kool-Aid.

But knowing how deeply they quaffed of their drink of choice, I'm not holding my breath waiting for the NYT and other far-left Wilson backers to recant.