Mayhill Fowler, Citizen Reporter
According to her HuffPo profile, the Tennessee political scion is “an over-educated sixty year-old woman” (now sixty-one; ahem: citizen reporting!). She calls Houston “Hoo-town” and generally exudes folksiness. Before Scumgate, she was widely assumed to be a militant Clintonite in the lefty blogosphere, despite her donations to Barack (she also gave a few hundred to Fred Thompson, but that’s gotta be a Tennessee thing). Fowler’s new coup restores her hit list to an almost eerily perfect balance, but at a cost. Her big break, which pretty much defined the arugula-eating-elitist line of attack on Obama, came from merely taping a public appearance (albeit at a private fund-raiser). The situation with Bill is not nearly as cut-and-dried, since it’s unclear whether Fowler had introduced herself as “press” or simply let the ex-president relax into his Arkansas patter while the recorder whirred under her coat. Expect a few hundred thousand words on the meaning of “journalist” by tomorrow in all the usual places.
Meanwhile, Fowler’s HuffPo handlers, suddenly stuck with a major-league kingmaker–dragon slayer on their hands, say she’s “not doing press.” Yeah. Tiptoeing away from the limelight right about now is a wise move for the woman who has just become synonymous with the notion that there is no such thing as a private moment or off-the-record remark. —Michael Idov

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