And he even comes with a ready-made dKos handle, Matrix:
“This doesn’t sound like Scott. It really doesn’t. Not the Scott McClellan I’ve known for a long time. … It sounds like somebody else. It sounds like a left-wing blogger.”
And yet I doubt McClellan will be speaking at “Netroots Nation” come summer. The book appears to wade around in the waters of “blame the media” but he weirdly stops short of blaming the one person who, you know, actually has the capacity to send troops to war.
Also, I must respectfully disagree with the characterization of Scottie as “robotic,” though he was certainly repetitious. What made him such a hapless figure was the obvious difficulty he had in staying on message. Not that he veered from it, exactly, but he just hewed to it with naked desperation, unable to perform the kind of ruthless parrying that marked the tenures of Ari Fleischer and Tony Snow. Towards the end, he often looked on the verge of tears. If he was a robot, he was a sad one.
