Pond Scum: Watergate weasel John Dean apparently has a last minute problem with his latest book. He promised to identify "Deep Throat" yet again, but problems have arisen and the "e-book" is being re-edited. Johnny Boy has always been a complete waste of oxygen, but he seems to be able to find suckers to pay for his eructations of sanctimonious bull. He ended up at Salon this time, which must mean he is coming to the bottom of the barrel. I wonder if he asked Maureen whether she was Deep Throat?

Speaking of Mo, she should be cherished as the inspiration for Christopher Buckley to pen the immortal lines:

After her first book, "Mo: A Woman's View of Watergate," was published, Maureen Dean went on the record and boasted that she had not only not written it, but also not even read it. If Esquire had given her a Dubious Achievement Award, it would have been: Say What You Will About Her Husband, You Have to Admire Her Literary Taste. In the acknowledgements section of this, her first novel, Mrs. Dean thanks "the ghost who . . . lives in my bedroom." That would be John, whose own Blind Ambition was in fact written by Taylor Branch. It is therefore hard to know whom precisely to blame for "Washington Wives."

There's a warm place down below for both John and Mo.