[img]1|left|Ari Noonan||no_popup[/img]Walking naked into a church in the midst of services is the social equivalent of the unethical brazenness with which the Los Angeles Titanic is covering the statewide campaigns of two Republican women, Meg Whitman for Governor, Carly Fiorina for the U.S. Senate seat held by one of the truly despicable political whores in Washington, Barbara Boxer.

In the old days, before the internet and cable television, far left newspapers, such as the Titanic, generally muted their coverage of candidates they did not like. They slanted slightly. If the candidate were a ball on a table, the tilt by left-wing newspapers would not be strong enough for the ball to roll onto the floor.

Those times are deader than Ms. Boxer’s ethics, or the journalistic morals of the two girls assigned to the campaigns, Seema Mehta and Maeve Reston. Both girls are desperately trying to make names for themselves. They hunger to move on to more prestigious assignments while the Los Angeles Titanic tries to forestall sinking before the hundredth anniversary of its namesake.

In chronicling the rookie campaigns of Ms. Whitman and Ms. Fiorina, the disgraceful Titanic Girls display the teeth-baring cattiness that is the trademark of green-eyed women.

Both far left reporters specialize in a steady diet of smarminess, turning into twin tantrum-throwers but only when writing about the Republican ladies. When covering Jerry Brown or Sen. Boxer, the swooning girls write as if awestruck to be in their hallowed, gold-encrusted presence.

Peeved by GOP Success

Further, the girls are nettled to the point of consistent distraction by the fact the two astonishingly successful self-made women — the American ideal, according to man-loathing feminists — hold political beliefs the diametric opposite of their own. The girls flash their jealous fangs each time they write about Ms. Fiorina or Ms. Whitman, incredibly accomplished ladies whom they should idolize, if they were loyal to their political ideology.

What is so eye-scratchingly offensive is that virtually every campaign story this season, by Seema or Maeve, has turned into a rant, a hard-edged editorial, against Ms. Fiorina and Ms. Whitman. For the uninitiated, reporters’ opinions are not allowed to leak into news stories. That privilege is reserved for essays and editorials. Please tell Seema and Maeve.

The Republican ladies’ staggering wealth, which they earned, they did not inherit, is mentioned in almost every story. This abrogation of a rudimentary principle of American journalism would cause a girl to be canned from a normal newspaper, but not from a far left one that, we are told, is gasping to survive.

For the alliteralists among us, Seema loves to sneer, Maeve is fond of mocking, and that is the furious mood in which both girls write their accounts.

I Hate, I Hate, I Hate, They Say

With the first debate between Ms. Fiorina and Sen. Boxer coming up this evening at 7 on the Fox, channel 11, Seema the Sneerer and Maeve the Mocker were in splendid form in this morning’s edition. Maeve’s glowing-hot 17-paragraph report of a Boxer speech yesterday, where she found the senator to be a faultless performer before an adoring San Francisco audience, was so toasty it almost had to be held with gloves on.

Stripped across the bottom of the page was the predictable I Hate Republicans headline, “Whitman’s anti-Brown TV spot targets Bay Area.” Typically, it heralded a story in which Seema the Sneerer open-facedly attacked Ms. Whitman more strenuously than Ms. Whitman criticized Mr. Brown. Gad, how the girls hate and envy the ladies. Seema calls it an attack ad, as if she ever has heard of a candidate who produced a campaign ad lavishly praising his opponent. Seizing a commentator’s license from the first sentence on Seema reached into her hip pocket for a weapon she has tried to raise to an art form — magically producing a Republican who will go on the record agreeing with Seema’s anti-Whitman theory du jour.

If either lady wins two months from tomorrow, the good news is that the Los Angeles Titanic reporters will cry so hard and long the darned ship may sink ahead of schedule.