Kurt Schlichter is one of my closest friends of over 30 years. We served together in the Army for 10 years. He has been my lawyer. When I finished my book, "Decisions: A Middle-Class Memoir," he generously wrote the foreword when he had no obligation to do so. I know the man the Washington Post tried to smear. The yellow "journalist" at the formerly reputable Post does not.

When the Post published its fabrication claiming the Pentagon had "secretly installed military influencers in civilian roles," it was not reporting a scandal. It was manufacturing one. Kurt's column on Townhall tore it apart: the misspelled name, the loaded headline, the anonymous sources, the refusal to mention the actual work or the qualifications of the people doing it. He called it "a hit piece that hits like a girl." He was being kind. He let them off easy.

If Democracy dies in the darkness, the Post has died under the bright light of truth.

In the 1980s, living in California, I subscribed to the Post's weekly compilation of op-eds. In the 1990s, stationed at the Pentagon, I read the Post every morning. I enjoyed it most of the time. It was imperfect, but it felt like a newspaper rather than partisan advocacy masquerading as reporting. Today I would not potty-train a new puppy with the........

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