… aka ‘sewers’. Charlie Pierce reports that “one of creepy-peepy James O’Keefe’s operatives is spilling the beans to Howard Kurtz that Andrew Breitbart’s personal Bill Sykes is a fraud and a bit more creepy than even I’d imagined, and I can imagine the desperate flop-sweaty little homunculus being pretty damned creepy indeed.”
In the words of journalistic herpetologist Kurtz (warning, Daily Beast link):
… James O’Keefe, the man behind the undercover project, wanted to make the hidden-camera video public immediately last February as Congress debated whether to kill NPR’s funding. Templar insisted on waiting, and a confrontation ensued.
In a series of interviews with The Daily Beast, Templar says he had designed the effort to be “a very thoroughly researched and impeccably executed project that was by no means limited to NPR. James wanted it to be a hit job.”
What’s more, says Templar, O’Keefe “didn’t seem to care about the reasons why we were doing this. All he cared about was that he had people saying embarrassing stuff on video. I came to learn how desperate he was in terms of money and needing to rehabilitate his reputation.”
Shaughn Adeleye, who worked with Templar in posing as another member of the phony Muslim group, also disagreed with O’Keefe’s tactics. “We were both sold a false bill of goods,” says Adeleye, who devised the NPR scheme and persuaded O’Keefe to adopt it…
“I felt deceived and misled because James did not live up to what we all agreed upon would be a multifaceted project,” says Adeleye, who was born in Nigeria. “After a while I could not deny the truth anymore.”
Well, sir, as the old parable tells us: You knew what O’Keefe was when you agreed to collaborate. But — to riff off Pierce — Simon Templar?
I propose the next young wannabe-wingnut-welfare imago go back to his ideology’s Victorian roots and christen himself after Arthur Raffles, the Amateur Cracksman. Or perhaps Raffles’ mouthpiece/assistant, Harry Manders, who had just the right humectant tone for Breitbart-supported “journalism”: Reader, I was tempted — and I fell!