Scottie comes clean.

I always thought that Scottie looked a little peaked at the daily presser, particularly as time went on. He had a brother, Mark, who was head of the FDA, and also headed Medicaid, and was generally considered a true wonk in DC. As such, Scottie was a bit of the younger idiot, who was forced to justify the obvious bullshit that came out of the administration on a daily basis, and truth be told, he looked pained doing it. My most vivid memories of McClellan were of a pasty white and sweaty man, pretending to be in control, but actually quite unsure of himself, a bit of a chickenshit, truth be told.

Certainly, in contrast to Ari Fleischer, he looked like he was going through the motions, particularly as the lies became so transparent that the proud 28% became the only folks left even pretending to follow the storyline. Fleischer, who possesses no conscience, had no such qualms.

Tony Snow, who followed Scottie, was a Fox anchor, and therefore was and is bereft of any soul, so he pulled the gig off just fine.

So it shouldn't be too surprising that Scottie is out with a breathless tell all, in which he lets us know that

• McClellan charges that Bush relied on “propaganda” to sell the war.

• He says the White House press corps was too easy on the administration during the run-up to the war.

• He admits that some of his own assertions from the briefing room podium turned out to be “badly misguided.”

• The longtime Bush loyalist also suggests that two top aides held a secret West Wing meeting to get their story straight about the CIA leak case at a time when federal prosecutors were after them — and McClellan was continuing to defend them despite mounting evidence they had not given him all the facts.

• McClellan asserts that the aides — Karl Rove, the president’s senior adviser, and I. Lewis “Scooter” Libby, the vice president’s chief of staff — “had at best misled” him about their role in the disclosure of former CIA operative Valerie Plame’s identity.

The chickens continue to come home to roost, but on this Memorial Day weekend, it should not be forgotten that the blood of 4000 of the best that we could ever offer is on these ghouls' hands, and no confessional could wipe it clean.