Deny, deny, deny. Then deny some more.

Theblogprof has some fun ridiculing the MSM for being taken in by the real fake protesters (or is it the fake real protesters?) at the healthcare townhalls. (Trust me, neither “real fake” nor “fake real” is an oxymoron in this case.)

While the MSM does, as the good professor notes, have egg on their faces, it’s of little good if no one sees it, and no one will. Denial always works for the MSM.

I’m reminded of a scene in the 1967 movie A Guide for the Married Man, in which Robert Morse, through a series of vignettes about other men, schools Walter Matthau in how to cheat on one’s wife without being caught. In one vignette, the guy is caught — red-handed, when his wife returns home to find him in their bed with another woman. Does he panic? Beg forgiveness? Claim it’s not what it looks like? None of the above.

He denies. Caught red-handed, he denies. Denies, denies, denies. His exchange with with his wife goes something like this:

Wife (upon catching her husband in bed with another woman): “Oh, my God!”

Husband (as the other woman rolls out of bed and starts getting dressed, and he pulls on his trousers): “What?”

Wife: Who is she?!?

Husband: Who?

Wife (pointing): Her!

Husband: Who?

Wife: Her!

Husband (as the other woman walks out of the house): Who?

Wife: Her! Her! Her!

Husband (as the other woman drives away in a cab): Who?

Wife: That woman who was in bed with you and is now driving away in that taxi!

Husband: Whatever are you talking about?

In the end, the wife thinks she must be going nuts and doesn’t believe her own eyes. That, my dear professor, is an awfully large part of he American public, which is also the answer to your exit question.