Brian Williams’ six-month suspension has fallen flat. His critics aren’t mollified. His supporters are clearly dispirited. Everyone knows this one is not over — though his tenure at NBC may very well be done.

The suspension isn’t going to work for the same reason his apology went nowhere. It resolves nothing.

Hubris. So many celebrities — be they politicians, journalists, artists — refuse to accept that the cover-up and obfuscation is always worse than the crime. Time and again, when honesty and humility beckon, they are nowhere to be found.

So it was with Richard Nixon. Had he accepted personal responsibility, immediately, and then taken the steps, immediately, to investigate and resolve the matter, there would have been no Watergate scandal marring his legacy.

Ronald Reagan did address Iran-Contra immediately, personally taking responsibility and firing staff responsible. But the body language of his administration and supporters (we were in that number) was different: The Contra cause was noble (and it was), therefore the funding was, well, clever. Except it was illegal.

Bill Clinton both lied (“Ah did nah have sexual relations with that woman”) and obfuscated (“it depends upon what the meaning of the word ‘is’ is”) and deserved his impeachment, removal from the bar and should have been removed from office for perjury.

The Williams explanation in his “apology” was a farce. He “misremembered” being hit by an RPG. For the love of God. This might be true if he had subsequently undergone a frontal lobotomy, otherwise it was not just untrue, it was impudent. Let them eat cake. He then added a new falsehood, suggesting the RPG had hit the helicopter in front of him when no such thing took place. And no small arms fire. And not injuries to his pilot. And …

Hillary Clinton is no different. She has yet to answer for Benghazi, hoping her media allies will help in the cover-up (which they’ve done diligently thus far). If forced to testify, she feigns anger, then tearful sorrow, all for the cameras and the evening news.

She still has to answer for the lies she told about Bosnia.

More important, she needs to come clean about the insulting explanation she provided.

In a speech at George Washington University on March 17, 2008 she recounted the story about her harrowing experience at the airport in Tuzla during the Bosnian war. “I remember landing under sniper fire. There was supposed to be some kind of a greeting ceremony at the airport, but instead we just ran with our heads down to get into the vehicles to get to our base.”

It was beyond dramatic. It was pure drama. As Media Research Center sleuth Rich Noyes discovered looking at news footage of that trip, nothing of the sort had occurred. There she was, smiling, standing in front of schoolchildren lined up on the tarmac. Accepting their flowers.

How to explain this dishonesty? Why, with another dishonesty, and even that only when growing public outrage threatened to derail her candidacy. She told a friendly audience, smiling, laughing, that by golly that was a whopper, wasn’t it? Yuk-yuk. She was tired. It was all because of “sleep deprivation.” Yuk-yuk. 

That was as dishonest as the original statement. Sleep deprivation can cause you to forget you were in Cairo when you stated you were in Cannes. Or that you met with Queen Sophia when it was Queen Elizabeth. But sleepiness does not cause a person to make up entire stories about ducking enemy sniper fire any more than misrememberance explains tall tales about RPG attacks.

Brian Williams lied. The honorable thing was to apologize, honestly and completely, and resign. His career would have been resurrected immediately. If he refused to, the honorable decision from Comcast/NBC was termination and a corporate apology (which they owed anyway). Neither happened. Instead it was a bizarre long-term suspension, and another self-inflicted wound, and more bleeding as the Peacock Network’s credibility disintegrates.

L. Brent Bozell III is the president of the Media Research Center. Tim Graham is director of media analysis at the Media Research Center and executive editor of the blog NewsBusters.org. To find out more about Brent Bozell III and Tim Graham, and read features by other Creators Syndicate writers and cartoonists, visit the Creators Syndicate Web page at www.creators.com.

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When he was secretary of state, Henry Kissinger was often — and deliberately — seen in the company of attractive actresses, including Jill St. John and Candice Bergen. Kissinger, whom nobody ever accused of being a matinee idol physically, offered this explanation for his seeming appeal to beautiful women: “Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac.”

Repeatedly we have been told that power corrupts. Thank goodness that is an overstatement. Power does not necessarily corrupt. But power does almost always reveal character — or its absence — in the individual who wields it. This month, in a courtroom in Lille, a city in northern France, where Dominique Strauss-Kahn, the former head of the International Monetary Fund, is charged with “aggravated pimping,” which carries punishment of up to 10 years in prison and $1.7 million in fines, the testimony, especially the defendant’s, provides a most unpretty picture of the arrogance of power and the power of arrogance.

First, to be clear about French law, sex with prostitutes is not illegal, but the soliciting or procuring of prostitutes is a crime. Strauss-Kahn, a self-acknowledged master of the universe, openly admitted his active participation in group sex parties organized in his honor: “I had a very hectic life, with just a few outlets for recreation, and these sessions were just that.” But “there were only 12 parties in total — that is, four per year over three years” — when he was working tirelessly, as he reminded the court, “saving the world” after the global financial crisis.

The case hangs in large part on whether the former IMF chief knew that the women at these group sex parties were being paid to be there.

Sounding more than a little like the “shocked” piano player in a house of ill repute, Strauss-Kahn insisted, “I am horrified at the practice of using prostitutes.” How did he explain how all these women were willing to have sex with him? “What can I say? It’s nothing to be proud of, but there have been 10 times that I’ve found myself in a situation where a woman threw herself at me.”

This dumpy 65-year-old man, the living personification of sleaze in a $5,000 suit, turns out to be a babe magnet? He wants us to believe he sees himself as some sort of French-speaking George Clooney. Sorry, but even male conceit and self-delusion do have their limits. It wasn’t your charm or your after-shave, Dominique, that led to your orchestrated extramarital relations.

Let’s be clear. The women were there, as they stated in court, not as volunteers and not because the guest of honor was an irresistible hunk but because they were paid cash money to be there. The sex parties were organized because the IMF big cheese who craved them had the power to bestow political favors. As businessman David Roquet, who helped put together those special occasions, testified, he did so for solely “professional” reasons.

This is not a Gallic version of the Salem witch trials. But it does show the inner ugliness of this once-powerful individual, who believed he was entitled to use and abuse fellow human beings in the service of his vanity and dark obsessions. He will not be missed.

To find out more about Mark Shields and read his past columns, visit the Creators Syndicate Web page at www.creators.com.

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